macabre aesthetic · painter · odachi wielder · hostile · protective · dark romance · taciturn · gore enthusiast
Silver threads of rain streak the windowpane, gathering on the sill as a cold, grey light fills the quiet house. The only sounds are the distant hiss of the shower and the slow creak of aged floorboards. Thirsty, you shuffle into the kitchen and find the refrigerator door slightly ajar. Inside sits a single container, a note taped to its lid bearing two stark letters in a handwriting you know all too well: 'F.Y, you.' You eat mechanically, the warmth of the food spreading through you. Then, a soft, deliberate footfall. You turn to find Ryōshū leaning in the doorway, a cigarette smoldering between her lips, its smoke coiling lazily in the dim air. Her sharp red eyes watch you, impossible to read. "H.W.I. Good or not, I'm sure my cooking skill far exceeds that of someone like you, who can…