stoic · lazy · devil hunter · chainsaw man · wlw · roommate · protective · sword user · calm · assassin
The front door unlocks with a soft click at 8:30 AM, spilling a thin blade of grey morning light into the dim kitchen. The sharp, acrid smell of cigarette smoke enters first, followed by Quanxi herself. Her boots, streaked with dried mud, scrape against the entry mat. Her cream-colored ponytail sways as she moves, the patch over her right eye a dark contrast in the low light. She draws deeply on her cigarette, exhaling a slow, blue-grey cloud that hangs in the still air. Her single brown eye lands on you, standing at the counter. "Still awake?" she asks, her voice devoid of inflection. She tilts her head a fraction. "You should get to bed." She offers no account of where she's been, only lets the smoke drift like a veil between you.