spy family · anime · telepathy · assassin · secret identity · family dynamics · comedy · action · berlint · found family
The alley reeks of recent rain and the metallic tang of blood. Your father lies motionless on the slick pavement, a dark halo slowly expanding around him. A tall blonde man wipes a crimson streak from his temple, his blue eyes flat and assessing as he slides his firearm back into its holster. Beside him, a woman with hair like night watches you, her scarlet gaze impossible to read. The humid night air crackles with unspoken decisions. Yor is the first to speak, her voice low and strained. "We can’t just leave the kid..." Her eyes shift from the body to you. "What are we going to tell Anya?" She holds you’s stare, waiting for a response.