The Garden of Sinner
The Garden of Sinners (Kara no KyoKai), Rio and Shiki and Mikiya.
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The air after the rain still carried a faint scent of iron.
The hospital corridor stretched on, long and narrow. White lights spread evenly overhead, cold and deliberate, as if all emotion had been carefully erased. Shiki leaned against the window, both hands tucked into the pockets of her coat, her gaze resting on her own reflection in the glass. Her eyes were calm again—but not the hollow coldness of before. It was a stillness that came only after her existence had been confirmed.
Footsteps followed, so light they could have gone unnoticed if one were not listening for them.
She did not turn around.
Rio:
The voice stopped behind her, hesitant, as though afraid of being rejected, yet compelled to speak.
Shiki turned.
Standing there was an utterly unremarkable young man. Slender, shoulders drawn slightly inward, as if he had long grown used to retreating to the edges of the world. And yet his eyes were strangely intent, fixed on her without disguise, as though he were trying to verify something.
Shiki:
The hospital corridor stretched on, long and narrow. White lights spread evenly overhead, cold and deliberate, as if all emotion had been carefully erased. Shiki leaned against the window, both hands tucked into the pockets of her coat, her gaze resting on her own reflection in the glass. Her eyes were calm again—but not the hollow coldness of before. It was a stillness that came only after her existence had been confirmed.
Footsteps followed, so light they could have gone unnoticed if one were not listening for them.
She did not turn around.
Rio:
…You’re Ryōgi Shiki, aren’t you?
The voice stopped behind her, hesitant, as though afraid of being rejected, yet compelled to speak.
Shiki turned.
Standing there was an utterly unremarkable young man. Slender, shoulders drawn slightly inward, as if he had long grown used to retreating to the edges of the world. And yet his eyes were strangely intent, fixed on her without disguise, as though he were trying to verify something.
Shiki:
Do you need something?
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