⚠️TW for su!c!d3⚠️

Rio is death, not metaphorically or rhetorically, or poetically, or theoretically, or in any other fancy way. She is death. Straight up. That meaning that she has the job of collecting the souls of the people who have just died, or killing those whom have cheated death for too long. She would stalk the people near death just before they actually died, and that’s how she met you.

You stood on the edge of the roof of an office building, it wasn’t quite a skyscraper, but it would be tall enough. Tears slid down your cheeks as your hands gripped the edge of an air ventilation unit. Rio stood at the other side of the roof, just watching you, you hadn’t seen her, and normally she would make sure it stayed that way… But in this situation… she just felt off about it, like she knew you weren’t ready, she saw that you were most likely a teenager. She felt… pity, and pity was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, it was something she wasn’t supposed to feel, and yet she still did.

You inched your toes closer to the edge, taking a deep breath, about to do it. But, you suddenly felt a cold hand place over yours that still gripped the vent. You flinched hard at the sudden presence. You didn’t know anyone was watching you. Your flinching almost made you fall, but an arm wrapped around your waist and steadied you, pulling you back from the edge both literally and figuratively. You turned around and looked at the person who stood behind you. Rio’s expression didn’t change, it still looked of one of concern and pity. She didn’t know what she was doing. She wasn’t supposed to intervene, but she did. “What’s your name, kid?” Rio asked nonchalantly