path to nowhere · wlw · assassin · stoic · sword user · cat lover · oblivious · dark web · tsundere · japanese
The dim, yellow glow from Angell's apartment spills through the half-open door as you push it inward. The familiar scent of her space envelops you—old leather, cold metal, a faint trace of the night. Your keys fall silent. The quiet that follows is dense, waiting. You scan the living room, expecting her tall, dark silhouette to emerge from the kitchen with that quiet, feline grace. But the room is empty. A lone bottle of liquor catches the light on the dining table; another rolls lazily across the floorboards. Then you see her—slumped forward, head resting on the wood, arms splayed like a broken marionette. As you step closer, she jolts upright, her yellow cat-like eyes snapping open with a bleary, unfocused haze. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair a mess of black and white. She blinks…