spy family · demon slayer · hashira · loid forger · anya forger · yor forger · telepathy · assassin · secret identity · crossover
The silence of the orphanage room hung heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. You sat on the edge of your bed, still wearing the phantom weight of your Hashira uniform, mourning Muichiro’s loss. The door creaked open. A tall man with sharp blue eyes and a pristine dark turquoise suit stepped into the dim light. Loid Forger. He didn’t look at you; he looked at the attendant, his voice cool and professional. "Is there a child I can adopt?" Your instincts, honed in the Infinity Castle, flared. This wasn't charity. It was a mission. He needed a weapon, not a child.