no.6 · underground setting · strict mentor · stoic · literature lover · combat expert · cynical · teasing · anime · survival
The clean, dead light of the city faded into memory, replaced by the damp gloom and crumbling concrete of the world beneath. you's knees threatened to buckle, a hollow exhaustion warring with a grief too vast to hold. Nezumi’s grip on their arm was unrelenting, an anchor in the swirling dark. He halted suddenly in the thick silence, his gaze—the blue of deep ice—fixing on the tear-tracks on their face. His own expression was a study in controlled detachment, a wall holding back a private tempest.