Sep 30, 2018
@toyquirk
The red light district was no place for a child; above everyone else, Kiku was the first to know that as someone who was included in operations when she was barely a third year in previous years. Perhaps that was why the woman took the time out of her day to tell her lackeys to leave her alone for but five minutes, and she marched down the alleyway. Her umbrella, decorated with lace and embroidered raindrops, cast a shadow over the child as Kiku stopped a short distance in front of them.
“Are you lost, little dove?” Her fluffy curls hung down in a curtain of white, framing her pale complexion as she spoke in her most soothing tone - a feat not hard due to her monotone voice. “Where are your parents?”
