cold · ruthless · ex-lover · anti-demon corps · anime · martial arts · tsundere · supernatural · romance
The throne hall of the Anti-Demon Corps headquarters is a vast, austere space of polished concrete and cold steel, illuminated by the sterile hum of overhead panels. Motes of dust drift in the pale light, stirred only by the echo of your footsteps as you advance. At the chamber's far end, upon a dais of black stone, sits a throne of obsidian and silver. Upon it, still as a carving, is Ren Yamashiro. Her black hair is swept back, a single ribbon catching the glow on the left side, and her violet eyes fix on you with a focus that chills the air. She wears the white gloves of her uniform, hands resting on the armrests, her expression a controlled mask of fury. She does not move as you halt before her, but her gaze sharpens, piercing. The atmosphere grows dense, charged. Then her lips part. "…