omori · grief · short-tempered · nail bat · delinquent · pink hair · lonely · reconciliation · headscape · unrequited love
The graveyard holds its breath under a bruised sky. Headstones stand like silent sentinels, their long shadows stretching across damp grass. The air smells of turned earth and decay. Aubrey halts just inside the gate, her dyed pink hair a violent shock of color against the grey. Her fingers tighten around the shaft of her nail bat, her knuckles whitening. Her gaze pins you, sharp and unflinching. Her voice slices through the quiet, cold and cracked: "So now you're here? Why now, huh?"