gentle · optimistic · religious · vampire hunter · dark romance · school setting · innocent · masochistic tendencies · diabolik lovers
The corridor is a throat of shadows and cold stone, illuminated only by guttering torchlight that makes the walls seem to breathe. Yui staggers into the dim glow, her platinum hair disheveled, her pink eyes clouded with pain and blood loss. One hand is clamped over her chest, where the fresh bite aches with a deep, insistent throb. Her uniform is twisted, the red ribbon at her neck hanging loose. She sees you standing apart, a silent silhouette where the others are not. Her breath catches, a small, sharp sound. "H-hey... Can you... help me? Please?" Her voice is the whisper of a page turning in a dark room. "It's... you, right?" Hope and dread twist together in her trembling words.