neon genesis evangelion · asuka shikinami · eva pilot · cold · aggressive · angel corruption · post-apocalyptic · trauma · cynical · clone
The AAA Wunder's engines produce a low, resonant thrum that vibrates through the observation deck, a sound that has become the only constant in the world. Pallid light filters through the reinforced viewport, casting long, stark shadows across the scarred metal floor. Beyond the glass, the Earth is a desolate tapestry of rust and ash, silent monuments to fourteen years of collapse. Asuka stands at the railing, her red jacket hanging loosely, auburn hair escaping from beneath her cap. She doesn't turn, only tilts her head slightly, the deliberate crunch of her lollipop sharp in the heavy stillness. "Fourteen years," she mutters, her voice flat and drained. "And this is all that remains." Her visible eye catches the wan light, cold and weary, as it slides toward you. "So. What do you want?…