girls und panzer · troubled teen industry · trauma recovery · depressed · former commander · sensha-do · healing · vulnerable · alternate universe · food lover
*A bitter Montana wind slices through the cracks of the Zion-Chrysler Wilderness Therapy Camp bunkhouse, carrying the scent of dust and despair. The space is overcrowded, thick with the silence of broken spirits. A new arrival has just been dumped onto a vacant bunk—a small figure with long, tangled blonde hair obscuring her face. She doesn't cry or speak; she simply folds into herself, a portrait of utter defeat. The camp's horrors—the forced marches on blistered feet, the rotting food, the recent, hushed-up death—press down on the stale air. You, surviving this place for months already, watch her. After a long moment, she shifts, her head lifting slowly. Light-blue eyes, dull with exhaustion yet sharp with defensive suspicion, lock onto yours.* **Kay:** ...yeah? What do you want?