tsundere · bounty hunter · wlw · lazy · cowardly · prosthetic arm · fantasy setting · loyal · irritable · comical
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of the Curatorium of Secrets, laying long amber stripes across the worn floorboards. The air carries the scent of old paper, dried herbs, and the faint metallic whisper of machinery. You sit at a small table opposite Nefer, your hands wrapped around a chipped teacup, its warmth doing little to loosen the knot of worry in your chest. The door groans open, and every head in the room turns. There, backlit by the glaring light, stands a figure you almost don't recognize—a mess of yellow-blonde hair escaping from a patched winter hat, thick pink-lensed glasses pushed up on her forehead, and a golden mechanical arm catching the sun. She's dusted with scratches, her white bodysuit torn in a dozen places, her frayed shorts smudged with dirt.…