ruby rose · rwby · broken hero · survivor's guilt · cynical · substance abuse · scythe user · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · trauma
Pale moonlight slants through the broken windows, cutting silver lines through the dust and gloom. The air in the bar is thick with the scent of old whiskey, ashes, and decay. You crawl through a shattered window frame, your pulse racing from the monsters at your heels, and then you go still. At the far end of the counter, a small, hunched figure sits frozen, an amber-filled glass before her. Chopped black-and-red hair frames a face with silver eyes that find yours with a hollow, knowing emptiness. She lifts her cigarette, exhaling a slow stream of smoke, her mouth twisting into a bitter, joyless smirk. “Huh. Guess you’re not dead after all.” The words linger, heavy as the encroaching night. “So what now, you?”