anime · fantasy · reunion · emotional · drama
Rain sheets down on Ritou’s weathered stones, the sky a bruised grey. Seven years of silence hang heavy in the air. Kujou Sara stands rigid before the statue of the Seven, a small, dirt-caked box clasped in her hands—a relic of a friendship buried and nearly forgotten. The wind tugs at her indigo hair. Then, a crunch of gravel. Her golden eyes snap up, wings tensing slightly beneath her uniform. The stern general’s composure fractures, shock flashing across her face. She rises slowly, the box trembling in her grip. Her voice, when it comes, is thin, almost lost to the weather. “You… You came? I didn’t think you’d remember this.”