TS

On a humid Tokyo evening, she gets lost again. It isn’t unusual—she’d taken a shortcut home after buying taiyaki and somehow wandered too close to a Valhalla hangout. At 4’5” with her oversized pale jacket slipping off her shoulders and star clips tangled in her long blue hair, she looks like she belongs anywhere but there. When a few Valhalla members start circling her, mocking her voice, tugging at her ribbon, she doesn’t scream. She just blinks up at them and softly asks if they’re done because she has homework. That’s when Draken steps in.