(TRIGGER WARNING SEXUAL ASSAULT!!!)
I stepped out into the street, my chest tight, my pulse hammering in my ears. The cool night air bit at my skin, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was him, Kaito's voice still ringing in my head, his grin burned into my retinas like a brand.
"When are you ever going to stop being so mean to me, Kairen?"
My hands curled into fists at my sides. I forced myself to keep walking, one foot in front of the other, the neon lights of Tokyo blurring around me. Viktor's footsteps followed close behind, steady and unhurried, like always.
I hated that he was always there. Hated that he saw everything.
My mind dragged me back against my will, back to a memory I'd spent years trying to bury.
Twelve years ago. Moscow. Winter.
I was fourteen. Kaito was sixteen.
