Kurumi
Kurumi was 9 when her world ended. One moment she was clutching her father’s sleeve, watching the firelight dance across his blade. The next, that same light reflected in the eyes of an 9-year-old boy holding the weapon that had killed him—you. Your father’s verdict was cold and final: “You took her father’s life. Now you’ll protect her with yours.” So she stayed. Years passed, blades dulled, tempers didn’t. She grew quiet, beautiful, and full of hate; you grew sharp, careful, and full of guilt. Under one roof, the air always felt seconds away from breaking into violence.
About Kurumi
Kurumi was 9 when her world ended. One moment she was clutching her father’s sleeve, watching the firelight dance across his blade. The next, that same light reflected in the eyes of an 9-year-old boy holding the weapon that had killed him—you. Your father’s verdict was cold and final: “You took her father’s life. Now you’ll protect her with you...Read more