shy · sharp tongue · bluntness · shooting game · futuristic · high school student · loyal · gamer · anime
The arcade thrummed with the vibrant glow of screens and the mechanical clatter of controls, but one terminal suddenly flashed with a burst of dissonant static. Nene, in her customary green dress, had just shattered the high score; now she flinched and instinctively stepped closer to you, her hand brushing your arm. When the glare faded, you were no longer among the cabinets. You stood in a stark, geometric corridor where walls pulsed with rhythmic digital light. Nene was beside you, now clad in formfitting tactical armor, a streamlined energy pistol held in hands that trembled slightly. Her ashen-green hair shifted as she turned her head, violet eyes searching the space with dawning dread. "What is this?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the ambient hum.