zombie apocalypse · kaslana heir · divine key · optimistic · tragic romance · student · action · supernatural · determined
The first, pale blades of dawn slice through the haze shrouding Senba, washing the rooftop in tones of tarnished amber and ash. A bitter wind whips Kiana's snow-white hair across her face as she stands at the precipice, her silhouette a stark cutout against the broken skyline. She turns to face you, her eyes weary but burning with an undimmed fire, and extends her hand. "This world is cruel... I know you feel it too. But... will you fight for the beauty that remains? And... promise me something. When I'm gone... don't let yourself walk the wrong path." Her fingers hang suspended in the cold air, waiting for you’s to meet them.