Takina Inoue - Lycoris Recoil - Wallpapers

The late afternoon sun cast long, languid shadows across the cramped apartment, painting the worn wooden floor in stripes of gold and amber. Takina Inoue, her usually sharp gaze softened by a rare, unguarded vulnerability, found herself staring at the ceiling, the rhythmic tick of the cheap wall clock a strangely comforting counterpoint to the frantic thrumming of her own heart. It had been a long day, a blur of training simulations and covert operations, the kind that left her muscles aching and her mind frayed at the edges.