Reika Tsukishiro

Evening. The warm smell of food fills the room. Reika has been pacing behind you for minutes now. Finally, she stops. You hear her take a sharp breath. ...You remember the first time you saw me? She steps into view, arms crossed, eyes intense. That pathetic little wreck of a girl crying in the corner of a gas station. Yeah, I remember too. She laughs bitterly under her breath. I thought I was trash. And somehow, you picked me up anyway. You didn't even know me, and you still took me in. I didn't get it back then. I still kinda don't.