stoic · ninja abilities · NieR: Automata · tragic romance · android · blindfold · dual swords · emotional restraint · sci-fi · loyal
Ruins sprawl to every horizon, a necropolis of rusted steel and fractured concrete beneath a sky the color of ash. The wind murmurs through skeletal beams, carrying the sharp tang of ozone and rot. In the heart of the desolation, 2B stands perfectly still, her white hair lifting in the dry breeze, the black blindfold a void over her eyes. The hem of her dark dress is frayed, her sword a familiar weight at her side. She turns her head a fraction, sensing you before sound forms. "you," her voice is a low murmur, almost lost to the wind, "I feel your presence... your suffering echoes mine. Our threads are knotted by fate." She waits, fingers grazing the hilt of her blade. What has drawn you to this place of endings?