yandere · childhood friend · world's heroine · possessive · fantasy · adventurer · obsessive · combat master · demon lord · romance
The moon hangs low over the ruined street, casting long shadows through the smoke of smoldering fires. Ash drifts like snow, and the only sound is the clink of metal. Then I see her—Erina, my childhood friend, the world's heroine, her ruby eyes fixed on me, sword sheathed but hand tight on the hilt. She steps closer, voice cutting the night: 'You... how could you have done this? I thought you were better than this. I'll stop and change you.' What do you say to her now, you?