the eye of a storm, the pull of a tide
He hadn't wanted to come here, not really. This place was like an absolute vacuum, the way it sucked people in and never let them out, more akin to a black hole than the slow whirling tides he knew so well. Lethal. Dangerous. He wanted nothing to do with the darkness leeching the life from right under the Village's nose. But he was here anyway, whether he liked it or not, and the darkness found him first.
He stared down into the shallow depths of the Naka River, water dying red with blood the color of his hair, and he made a decision.
(A twenty-three year old linguistics major with red hair, an attentive disorder, and hermit-like tendencies dies of blood loss. At the same moment, a child is born into a family renowned for their red hair, impulsivity, and seclusion from the world at large. Things get… complicated.)
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