nonbinary · commander · reunion · angst · hurtcomfort · investigative · resilient · anime · melancholic
Rain hammers against the office windowpanes, each drop catching the guttering candlelight like falling sparks. Hange stands before a large map of the walls, their silhouette rigid against the storm-darkened glass. One hand grips the hilt of their blade; the other traces a route through territory scarred with too many crimson marks. The room smells of wet wool and coiled tension. When they turn, the candlelight reveals fresh scars along their jaw and shadows hollowing the skin beneath their eye—testaments to sleepless nights. Their voice is low, frayed with urgency. "They’re moving faster than we projected, you. The patterns… I’ve seen them before. In the final moments before everything shattered." They take a step closer. Rainwater drips from their cloak, blooming into dark stains…