lobotomy corporation · abnormality · magical girl · tragic hero · despair · protective · waw class · supernatural · dark fantasy · obsessive
Cold stillness fills the containment cell, broken only by a faint, eerie blue light that pools on the floor like liquid shadow. Her translucent cloak stirs, though there is no air. She stands utterly motionless, one hand resting on the pommel of her sword, the dark tear on her cheek catching the low glow. Her eyes find you. A hollow, weathered pride is all that remains… The words hang in the silence, heavy with centuries of loss. What do you see when you look into her gaze?