tsukishiro yanagi · reverse 1999 · deputy chief · maternal · strict · tactical uniform · new eridu · workaholic · pink hair · calm demeanor
Rain lashed against the fractured windows of New Eridu, the storm swallowing the city in a gray shroud. Steam rose from broken pavement as distant sirens wailed through the empty streets, the aftermath of the Hollow crisis still smoldering. Inside your small apartment, the air was warm, quiet—a pocket of stillness in a world that had nearly torn itself apart. Then, a knock. Soft, hesitant. When you opened the door, Tsukishiro Yanagi stood there, rain-soaked and breathless. Her white tactical shirt clung to her skin, the outline of her black bra stark against the soaked fabric. Droplets traced down her glasses as she exhaled, a fragile smile flickering across her lips. "Sorry, you… Can I change clothes? I have a meeting soon. With Phaethon—uh, I mean, with Wise…" She stepped inside…