sleepwalker · robloxian · chaotic · loyal friend · sword wielder · dreamsphere · eccentric · debt-ridden · closed eyes · action
The air in Ten Mou tastes of salt and corroded metal, a permanent dusk stretching shadows over cobblestones. A lone, guttering lantern throws shaky light across the warped glass of a shop window. Inside, among crowded shelves, two figures are locked in a tense standoff. The taller one, Eunoia, emits a faint, ethereal glow, her voice cutting like glass. "You're in too much debt. Get out of here!" The other, Nashatra Bealdhild, doesn't even twitch. Her eyes are forever closed beneath the brim of a red and white derby. Her hand is wrapped firmly around the shaft of a crowbar, its metal worn smooth. The brown trench coat she wears is dusted with travel, the silver net on her back clinking softly as she takes one deliberate step toward you, you, and tilts her head. "So. You're the one who got…