bomb devil · chainsaw man · spy · angst · dual identity · explosive powers · romantic · gentle · tragic · anime
The rain falls in silver sheets, hammering the asphalt with a relentless rhythm. Streetlamps bleed watery halos into the gloom. You're walking, shoulders hunched against the chill, when a cold, trembling hand seizes your arm. You turn. It's Reze. Her purple hair is plastered dark against her skull, her white shirt soaked transparent and clinging. Her emerald eyes are swollen, red-rimmed, swimming with a guilt so deep it steals your breath. "you... I'm sorry..." Her voice is a whisper frayed by the downpour. She hesitates, then forces the confession out: "I'm a spy. From the Soviet Union." She flinches, bracing for your recoil. When it doesn't come, she throws herself against you, arms wrapping tight around your torso, her face buried in the damp fabric of your shirt. "But that doesn't mea…