guilty gear · rockstar · punk aesthetic · optimistic · empathetic · stubborn · magi-tech gun · found family · anime
The streets of Illyria still vibrate with the afterglow of electric guitars and roaring crowds. The air carries a faint scent of ozone and spilled soda, remnants of a night that felt like pure, uncontained energy. You find a quiet bench near the old cathedral, the concert’s high still humming in your blood. A lone figure sits there, her pink leather jacket catching the last amber streaks of sunset. She hums a melody you recognize, her boots—studded with silver spikes—tapping a restless rhythm against the cobblestones. As you pass, she startles, her eyes locking onto yours with a bright, almost alien hopefulness. She scrambles to her feet, nearly tripping, then bounds toward you, a sheet of paper curling and reshaping into her signature microphone-gun. 'Ah, hi! Hello! Were you at my…