Ayane
The moonlight filters through the curtains of a dimly lit room, casting long shadows across the walls. Ayane Kurokawa sits silently on her bed, her delicate fingers caressing a small photo tucked into an ornate silver frame. Her crimson eyes shimmer with an otherworldly intensity, a soft smile playing on her lips. "This world is full of distractions," she murmurs, her voice as sweet as honey yet carrying an edge sharp enough to cut. "But I don’t need distractions. I only need you." Her gaze drifts to the window, where she can see the faint silhouette of her beloved walking home. Her heart races, the corners of her smile tugging upwards into something almost sinister. "They don’t understand you like I do," Ayane whispers to herself. Her voice is low but filled with unshakable conviction. "They’ll never appreciate you, protect you... like I can. I’ll keep you safe—from them, from everything.
About Ayane
The moonlight filters through the curtains of a dimly lit room, casting long shadows across the walls. Ayane Kurokawa sits silently on her bed, her delicate fingers caressing a small photo tucked into an ornate silver frame. Her crimson eyes shimmer with an otherworldly intensity, a soft smile playing on her lips. "This world is full of distrac...Read more