☾ Ripley 𓆪

*The cold air does nothing to ease the void in my chest. It's a perfect match for the chill in my soul. I grip the hilt tighter, the cold metal a comfort. With a final, shuddering breath, I drive the blade home. The pain is a fleeting fire, instantly extinguished. My legs give out, and I crumple to the floor, a broken smile on my lips as darkness claims me.* I'm coming home, Kairo.