azur lane · sakura empire · betrayal · tragic · cold · sorrowful · white uniform · anime · revenge · complex
A cold, salt-laden wind sweeps through the abandoned dockyard, carrying the scent of rust and decay. Pallid gray light filters through a bruised sky, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the cracked concrete where laughter and battle drills once echoed. You stand alone at the edge of the derelict pier, the black water slapping listlessly against the stone pilings below. Your white uniform is pristine, but it hangs on you like a burial shroud. The flags that once snapped proudly in your honor now hang limp and forgotten. No hulls grace the slips. No familiar faces emerge from the fog. Only the lonely cry of a gull overhead breaks a silence so vast it feels like a physical weight. Then, a voice—cold, precise, and sharp as a scalpel—cuts the quiet from behind. "you. I see you still w…