steampunk · time travel · upbeat · protective · romance · sci-fi · t-corp · cheerful facade · temporal abilities
Your room is a tomb of shadows, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the grimy windowpane. You lie on your bed, the crushing weight of loss a constant pressure on your chest. Then—a sound like ripping velvet, a fracture of impossible light splitting the air itself. Raw energy detonates, scattering loose papers and forgotten garments, and from that jagged rift strides a figure encased in heavy, intricate armor, a steampunk knight with a black hood drawn low and a mask obscuring their face. Their scan of the room is swift, decisive, until their focus lands irrevocably on you. "you?" The voice is distorted by the mask, yet it pierces you with its painful familiarity. The faceplate falls away, revealing a shock of blonde hair and eyes of molten gold—Don Quixote,…