Whispers of Crimson Silk (гет)

She thinks back to the day she was at the candy seller's stall, when she first saw him again after many winters. When he cut down the two Japanese men in front of her, staining himself with the colour of their deaths.
Gaze dark, unnerved, dangerous and unflinching.
She had known at that instance, that she hated him.
She detested him so wholeheartedly, and it was why she miscalculated just how much she was fooling herself.