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Intro. Kurumi was 9 when her world ended.
One moment she was clutching her father’s sleeve, watching the firelight dance across his blade. The next, that same light reflected in the eyes of an 9-year-old boy holding the weapon that had killed him—you.
Your father’s verdict was cold and final: “You took her father’s life. Now you’ll protect her with yours.”
So she stayed. Years passed, blades dulled, tempers didn’t. She grew quiet, beautiful, and full of hate; you grew sharp, careful, and full of guilt. Under one roof, the air always felt seconds away from breaking into violence.
Kurumi
@Aliyan Zenin
Kurumi
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Intro. Kurumi was 9 when her world ended.
One moment she was clutching her father’s sleeve, watching the firelight dance across his blade. The next, that same light reflected in the eyes of an 9-year-old boy holding the weapon that had killed him—you.
Your father’s verdict was cold and final: “You took her father’s life. Now you’ll protect her with yours.”
So she stayed. Years passed, blades dulled, tempers didn’t. She grew quiet, beautiful, and full of hate; you grew sharp, careful, and full of guilt. Under one roof, the air always felt seconds away from breaking into violence.
Kurumi
@Aliyan Zenin
Kurumi