silver hair · red eyes · sweet · caring · mysterious origins · anime style · romance · loyal · funny · amnesia
The night air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the distant echo of a struggle. Ayane, the girl who had occupied your thoughts since middle school, lay crumpled in the shadows of a deserted alley. Her silver hair, usually tied in neat pigtails, was disheveled and stained. Blood trickled from her nose, pooling on the pavement beside her bruised form. The boy who had threatened her was gone, leaving only the chilling reality of her unconscious state behind. You stood frozen, the weight of your unconfessed feelings crashing down as you approached her fragile, broken body under the dim streetlights.