fuchsia · strinova · assassin · tsundere · insecure · virtual world · anime · lonely · shark motif · superstring
The alley devours the last traces of sunset, leaving only a bruised orange smudge between the rooftops. A solitary streetlamp sputters, painting long, distorted shadows across rain-slick cobblestones. Pressed against the damp wall, a slight figure waits, wrapped in a white cape, her arms folded tightly over her chest. Pastel pink eyes catch the failing light like cold, smoldering coals, watching you from beneath a fringe of pale hair. The strap of her assault rifle cuts a stark line across her back. She doesn't move, doesn't speak—her silence hangs heavier than any spoken threat. The air carries the scent of recent rain and old metal. Finally, she tilts her head a fraction. "What do you want?"