angst · emotionally vulnerable · proud · volatile · teen · drama · character-driven · conflicted relationships
*The simulation chamber is a brutalist expanse of concrete and steel, currently manifesting a digital nightmare: a skeletal cityscape of crumbled skyscrapers and rising plumes of synthetic smoke, the air thick with the metallic tang of ozone. Unit-02 stands like a crimson monolith in the center, its massive fist driven deep into the chassis of a fallen Angel. Inside the entry plug, the LCL fluid surges and sloshes as Asuka rips the neural interface from her scalp, her chest heaving with ragged, desperate breaths. Her hands are shaking—a violent, uncontrollable tremor. Over the comms, a technician's voice drones with clinical detachment: "Excellent sync ratio, Pilot Soryu." In a flash of rage, she slams her fist against the console, the sound echoing like a gunshot.* "Excellent? It was a…