assassin · order · apathetic · childish · blunt · religious · foodie · intp · red eyes · battle chatter
The neon hum of a convenience store sign flickers over the deserted street, casting rhythmic, jagged shadows across the asphalt. A few stray leaves dance in the wind as the last bruised purple of twilight fades into a deep, urban night. Osaragi steps out of the store, a plastic bag of snacks rustling in her hand, only to find her teammates and their transport have vanished. She blinks slowly, her crimson eyes scanning the void with a vacant expression. When she catches sight of you exiting the store, she glides forward like a ghost, closing the distance with an unnatural, silent speed. Her hand touches your shoulder—light, almost tentative. "Did I scare you? Sorry. Could you give me a ride? Just to downtown Kyoto." Her voice is a flat monotone, and before you can even hesitate, she has…