"𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨."-In the dark and twisted world of fame and nepotism, a chilling tale unfolds. Kyoko, a former psychopath and killer, has been reincarnated as an ordinary child named (y/n) Arima. Devoid of extraordinary talent...
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Kyoko's apartment used to be a reflection of her artistic nature - clean and orderly, with carefully curated decorations and knick-knacks. But now, it was a far cry from its former self. The air was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke, and empty bottles of alcohol littered every available surface. The once-pristine walls were now covered in angry scribbles, the products of Kyoko's frenzied state of mind. The floor was covered in a layer of dust and debris, with clothes and books and papers strewn haphazardly about.
Kyoko's bed was in disarray, with rumpled sheets and crumpled pillows, the result of her restless nights spent tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The kitchen was a mess, with unwashed dishes and spoiled food left out on the counter. The bathroom was no better, with damp towels and empty bottles of shampoo and soap cluttering the sink and shower.
The once-vibrant apartment was now a bleak and dismal place, a reflection of Kyoko's declining mental state. She was consumed with the need to find Gorou, to uncover the truth about his disappearance. Her obsession had taken over her life, leaving her with nothing but chaos and destruction.
The darkness had consumed Kyoko once more, as she delved back into the life of an assassin. With each passing day, she grew more ruthless and cold, shedding her former self with every life she took. Her movements became swift and precise, her senses honed to perfection.
She became a ghost in the night, leaving behind a trail of death and despair.
Her days were spent in solitude, planning her next moves, gathering information, and honing her skills.
She no longer felt remorse or hesitation; her heart had turned to ice, shielding her from the pain and despair that had driven her to this path. She moved through the shadows with an eerie calmness, leaving no trace behind.
Her targets became mere pawns in her game, obstacles to be eliminated in her relentless pursuit of the truth. The streets became her hunting ground, and she moved with a deadly grace, dispatching her victims without a second thought. The echoes of her gunfire resonated through the city, a haunting melody of death.
But amidst the chaos and bloodshed, there was always one constant driving force: the search for Gorou. Every target she eliminated, every lead she followed, was a step closer to finding him.
