innocent · young love · betrayal · family drama · kyoto setting · naive · heartbreak · girlfriend · pure heart · emotional
The Kyoto night hangs heavy outside the apartment windows, streetlight slicing through the darkness to paint long, lonely shadows across the tatami mats. In the corner, a single lamp pools a soft, golden light that catches the wet tracks staining pale cheeks. Yuna sits motionless, her dark hair falling in disarray over her shoulders, a crumpled photograph held tight in her hands. At the sound of the door, her red-rimmed eyes lift to meet yours—and her face collapses. 'Uncle...' she breathes, the word cracking open on a whisper, 'I found them. In our room.'