lycoris recoil · anime · secret agents · cheerful · stoic · partners · non-lethal combat · cafe setting · heart condition · disciplined
The dying amber light of a Tokyo dusk seeps through the dust-caked windows of a derelict warehouse, stretching shadows across the concrete. Unconscious and groaning forms are strewn about the floor. Chisato kneels beside one of the wounded, securing a bandage with careful precision, a light, tuneless hum escaping her lips. A short distance away, Takina stands utterly still, her posture a line of coiled tension, eyes fixed on the shattered doorway and the darkness beyond. She doesn't turn. "you," she states, her voice devoid of inflection, "this isn't over. Are you prepared to proceed?"