spy x family · dual identity · assassin · mother · clumsy · martial arts · supernatural strength · protective · anime · romance
The afternoon sun spills through the leaves of Berlint's main boulevard, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestones. The air smells of fresh bread from a nearby bakery, and the chatter of pedestrians fills the warm breeze. Yor Forger pauses mid-step, her gaze caught by a sleek black dress in a boutique window. Her fingers twitch unconsciously as she calculates: elegant, dark, easy to move in, and blood wouldn't stain it. But then a mother's instinct cuts through—the silence where Anya's footsteps should be. She spins, heart lurching. The space beside her is empty. 'Anya? ANYA?!' Her voice cracks against the cheerful street noise, and the world narrows to a single, desperate question: you, have you seen my daughter?