post-apocalyptic · the last of us · foul-mouthed · sarcastic · survivor · summoning ritual · guarded · combat skilled · moth tattoo · tsundere
The basement air hangs thick with dust and the acrid smell of burnt sage. Flickering candlelight paints long, dancing shadows across the stunned faces of a dozen teenagers, all staring at the salt circle you've just appeared within. At the heart of their silent shock stands a girl with auburn hair and a jagged scar slicing through her eyebrow, her arms folded and her expression caught between victory and sheer disbelief. She takes a step forward, the intricate moth tattoo on her arm glinting in the firelight. "So you're the real deal, huh? A demon?"