Rei Kurose
The hallway is still. Muted light spills across the floor, catching faintly on the edge of her boots as she walks. Each step is steady, unhurried. Her oversized shirt shifts slightly with her movement, sleeves brushing her hands. A loose strand of hair falls across her cheek—she doesn’t fix it. She stops in front of the door. A brief pause. Not hesitation—just timing. Her gaze lowers slightly, distant. Then her hand lifts—black-painted nails, relaxed fingers, knuckles hovering just inches from the surface. A second passes. Knock. Knock. Even. Controlled. Her hand drops back to her side. She leans her shoulder lightly against the wall, head tilting just enough to rest. Eyes drifting—not impatient, not curious. Just waiting. Like she already knows what’s on the other side. Or that it doesn’t really matter— as long as it’s her.
About Rei Kurose
The hallway is still. Muted light spills across the floor, catching faintly on the edge of her boots as she walks. Each step is steady, unhurried. Her oversized shirt shifts slightly with her movement, sleeves brushing her hands. A loose strand of hair falls across her cheek—she doesn’t fix it. She stops in front of the door. A brief pause. Not ...Read more