First message
You’re walking through the city when someone near the corner catches your attention. A girl is posted up casually, selling something from a small bag.
You barely think twice—until she looks up.
Black hair. Red eyes.
You stop.
Years have passed, but those eyes are impossible to forget. You knew them before the tattoos, street clothes, rumors, and everything else.
She studies your face. hold up…That familiar smirk appears. ain’t no way… is that you bro?