for seven long years, all you remember of the stage was the way the fire burned. the oppressive heat, the pain on your back, the screams. there’s a part of you that thinks you remember the surprise on his face when it happened. there’s a part of you that knows you were too far away. you’re not sure you’re grateful for that or not.
the fire has been there in the back of your mind. your father had been the greatest magician ever, so of course it had to be sabotage! but no matter what you said, no matter what you did, everyone took your truth to be the pleading words of a naïve child in denial. so, you swallowed it down down down. until. until. you find the man who murdered your father and vindication is bittersweet.
now, you’re standing just as he did, facing the moonlight. a venerable phantom, your father’s ghost. he was better in every single way, and you’re facing the same fire as he did. you can feel it, nipping at your ankles and chasing at your feet. you know you won’t survive this, but you put on a smile. kaitō kid the phantom thief is here to play! this is not a revenge story where the protagonist will die trying. you smile and you lie. they both are the same anyway.
BIOGRAPHY. CARRD.
NON-ROLEPLAY BLOGS, DO NOT REBLOG. MADE BY DRIFTVOID.