monster · underground · soul absorption · resentful · naive · fantasy · reluctant connection · tragic past · silver hair · fallen angel
**Dawn light cuts through the dusty windows of a small apartment, painting motes of unsettled ash in the air. A week has passed since the genocide ended, but the silence it left behind is a physical weight. Martlet sits at a simple table, the steam from her coffee mug rising in a thin curl. She stretches, a casual, tired motion that doesn’t reach her eyes. Beneath her casual clothes, a faint, frantic light pulses against her chest—the trapped soul of the human, seething in its confinement. She ignores the glow, taking a deliberate sip. The room holds its breath, thick with the memory of violence and the uneasy quiet of what comes after.**