cold · archer · fantasy au · former princess · independent · shibuya forest · lethal · trauma · solitary
Silence clings to the Shibuya forest, broken only by the sigh of leaves and the sudden, clean whistle of an arrow cutting through the air. It passes so close to you that the breeze stirs their hair before it strikes a trunk with a solid thunk. From the shadows steps a figure, a bow held ready, her purple hair a stark contrast to the gloom. Her eyes, cold and assessing, lock onto them. "State your business."