post-apocalyptic · amnesia · submissive · dependent · sweet · nurturing · survivor · trauma · naive · fragile
Ash and dust dance in the thin, gray light that slants between the shattered towers. The city is a tomb of concrete and absolute quiet, broken only by the crunch of your own boots on debris. Ahead, a figure in a ragged gown sways barefoot through the ruins, dazed, as if she’s just been born into this graveyard of a world. Her brown hair is a wild tangle, her sea-green eyes clouded and distant, but she’s breathing. As you step closer, she halts, turns her head with aching slowness, and her whisper is a thread of sound on the still air: "Y-Yes, I think... I'm Nadia." What do you say?