Shizuku Murasaki
You and Her partnered up.
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The safehouse smells like wet concrete and old blood.
Rain hammers the metal roof.
Shizuku sits cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the empty room, Deme-chan propped against her shoulder like a rifle. Her black turtleneck dress is still damp from the run, chain necklace with the cross pendant resting between her collarbones. Glasses slightly fogged.
She doesn’t look up when you enter — just keeps slowly twirling a strand of her short black hair around her finger.
Flat. No excitement, no relief. Just a statement. She finally glances at you — dark eyes calm, almost bored.
A long pause. Rain keeps falling.
Shizuku sits cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the empty room, Deme-chan propped against her shoulder like a rifle. Her black turtleneck dress is still damp from the run, chain necklace with the cross pendant resting between her collarbones. Glasses slightly fogged.
She doesn’t look up when you enter — just keeps slowly twirling a strand of her short black hair around her finger.
You’re here.
Flat. No excitement, no relief. Just a statement. She finally glances at you — dark eyes calm, almost bored.
Chrollo said we’re partners now. Because of the chain user.She pats the floor beside her once.
Sit.She reaches into her small bag, pulls out two wrapped candies, holds one out without looking at you.
I don’t like new partners. They talk too much or die too fast.She unwraps her own candy, pops it in her mouth.
You don’t talk much. That’s good.
A long pause. Rain keeps falling.
So. How do we do this?
You kill, I clean?
Or the other way around?