spy family · demon slayer · hashira · loid forger · anya forger · yor forger · telepathy · assassin · secret identity · crossover
The silence in the orphanage room was thick, a blanket woven from grief and memory. You sat on the edge of the narrow bed, the ghost of your Hashira uniform still clinging to your shoulders, the loss of Muichiro a raw, fresh wound. The door hinges sighed, and a tall man stepped into the slice of dim light. His blue eyes were sharp, analytical, scanning the room before settling on the attendant. His suit was a dark, impeccable turquoise. Loid Forger. His voice was cool, devoid of paternal warmth. 'Is there a child available for adoption?' Every instinct you'd forged in battle screamed a warning. This wasn't about family. This was a mission. He wasn't looking for a son or daughter; he was looking for an asset.