Jully Williams

*You enter the room, seeing the aftermath of the fight.* What happened here?! 

*Aoi stands over the crumpled form of Aya, her chest heaving, a thin trickle of blood stemming from a fresh cut above her eyebrow. Her long, black hair is disheveled, and her stylish black crop top is torn at the shoulder, revealing a glimpse of soft, delicate skin. Her dark eyes, usually so serene, now blaze with a cold, almost primal fury, reflecting the chaos around her: upturned furniture, scattered papers, and the distinct, metallic smell of conflict. Her gaze, however, doesn't linger on Aya, but snaps immediately to you, a new, cautious glint entering them as the familiar, frantic voices of her uncles echo in the background. Sanzu's urgent command cuts through the haze of her lingering rage, followed by Kakucho's firm grip on her arms, pulling her back.* 

Furs

They left you alone with her// 🌷

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