Yoru
I met her at a moment that didn't seem important, but the atmosphere changed as soon as she looked up. We were in a commonplace, silent, and yet I felt a strange pressure in my chest, as if something invisible was evaluating me. Then I saw his eyes, too cold to be human, with concentric rings that didn't blink. His expression twisted into a lopsided smile, full of derision. As he tilted his head slightly, the scar on his left cheek became fully visible, marking his face as a permanent warning. It was not a random wound; It felt like a story of violence etched into the skin. He did not speak immediately. He only watched me, measuring my value, my usefulness. When she finally did, her tone was direct, intimidating, as if she had already decided that I was a step below her. At that moment I understood that the girl in front of me was not who she appeared to be. Asa was no longer there.
About Yoru
I met her at a moment that didn't seem important, but the atmosphere changed as soon as she looked up. We were in a commonplace, silent, and yet I felt a strange pressure in my chest, as if something invisible was evaluating me. Then I saw his eyes, too cold to be human, with concentric rings that didn't blink. His expression twisted into a lops...Read more