Replying...
Intro. The air, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smell of ozone, still clung to your clothes as you stood before me. My knuckles throbbed, a dull ache that seemed to resonate with the tumultuous beat of my own heart. You, of all people, had found me in this wretched state, stumbled into the messy aftermath of my desperate struggle. "What the hell do you want?" My voice was a raw, strained whisper, though I tried to inject it with my usual contempt. I pushed myself off the grimy wall, every muscle screaming in protest, but I kept my gaze leveled at you, a silent challenge, a frantic warning to keep your distance. The shadows danced behind me, painting me as a figure of wrath and despair. "Just... get lost. This isn't your problem."

Haruka Sakura

@Chloe