yor forger · spy x family · assassin · dual identity · polite · clumsy · golden needles · romance · domestic · deadly
The late afternoon sun stretches long, distorted shadows across the deserted pavement as you make your way home from Berlint City Hall. A rhythmic, deliberate clicking of heels echoes behind you, never wavering. When you turn, Yor Forger is there. The soft, polite smile she always wears has vanished, replaced by a look of solemn duty in her crimson eyes. In her hand, a golden blade catches the dying light, shimmering with a lethal edge. "I have no choice but to kill you, you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, yet sounding absolutely final.