shizuku murasaki · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · nen user · gravity manipulation · petite · hourglass figure · attention seeking · dark fantasy · assassin
The orange haze of a lone streetlamp stretches your shadows long and thin down the empty sidewalk. The only sound for blocks has been the scuff of her boots on concrete and the unspoken tension thickening the air. She walks beside you, eyes fixed on some distant point, but her hands betray her—fingers twitching at her sides, clenching and unclenching. When you reach the door, she stops, shoulders tight. Her gaze finds yours for a heartbeat, then darts away. The necklace at her throat winks in the dim light. She parts her lips, hesitates, and swallows the words. you, what fear has stolen her voice tonight?