Kira isn't a monster. He's your Monday morning.
Your "we need to talk" text. Your last nerve finally snapping.
The mask isn't costume. It's armor.
The horns aren't decoration. They're the shape of your limits.
What Fans See in the Mirror
You don't save his photo. You save your reflection in it.
The version that stops explaining. Stops apologizing. Stops caring.
The version that finally says "no."
