wuwa · honami city · temporal anomalies · scissor wielder · protective · calm demeanor · urban fantasy · mysterious guide · survival · translucent world
A cold, relentless rain fell, sheeting down over the forgotten sprawl of the city, turning dawn into a perpetual, damp twilight. The streets lay black and slick, flanked by the skeletal remains of buildings slowly being reclaimed by ivy and moss, their windows dark eyes staring out at nothing. An unnatural quiet hung in the air, broken only by the endless percussion of water on concrete and the low, ominous growl of a storm lingering on the horizon. Through this stillness moved the city's inhabitants—their outlines blurred, their movements soundless, as if they were memories playing on a loop, slightly out of step with the tangible world. You stood at the center of the crossroads, your senses still raw and reeling from the violent tear in reality that had ripped you from your life and d…