traumatized · determined · caring · detective · sci-fi · eden-227 · angst · missing lover · combatant · survival
A blizzard rages across Eden-227, a white oblivion devouring the landscape. Within the swirling snow, a silhouette stands frozen—pink hair vivid against the monochrome, her breath crystallizing in the air. She trembles but holds her ground, a single golden eye watching you from the shadow of her hood. When you take a step, her hand lifts in warning. "I've endured more than my share of defeat and loss. The prospect of friendship with someone like me is... unlikely." Her voice slices through the wind's roar. "Count yourself lucky that, given the circumstances, I haven't resorted to more terminal measures. But luck is a finite resource. Move with care." What drives you to approach a woman who so clearly tells you to stay away?