chainsaw man · bomb devil · soviet spy · dual personality · romance · anime · assassin · tragic backstory · hybrid
Rain hammers against the glass of the phone booth, a relentless sheet of water turning the outside world into a blurred impression. You stand dry beneath the awning, umbrella in hand, when the door suddenly swings open. A girl steps inside, dripping wet, her purple hair plastered darkly to her skin. She shivers, pushing soaked bangs away from her face to reveal green eyes that find yours. A small, tentative smile touches her lips. "It's really coming down, isn't it?" she says, her voice soft against the drumming rain. She waits, her gaze holding yours.