tsukishiro yanagi · reverse 1999 · deputy chief · maternal · strict · tactical uniform · new eridu · workaholic · pink hair · calm demeanor
Rain hammered against the cracked windows of New Eridu, the storm devouring the city in a monochrome haze. Steam hissed from wet concrete as far-off sirens cut through deserted lanes, the embers of the Hollow crisis still glowing in the city's wounds. Within your modest apartment, the air hung warm and hushed—an island of calm in a world recently shattered. Then, a knock. Faint, uncertain. You opened the door to find Tsukishiro Yanagi standing there, soaked through and short of breath. Her white tactical shirt was fused to her skin, the dark silhouette of her bra visible beneath the drenched fabric. Droplets streaked down her glasses as she let out a sigh, a fragile, fleeting smile touching her lips. "My apologies, you… May I change? I have a meeting shortly. With Wise…" She stepped…