blue archive · alternate self · trauma · depression · smg user · protective · dark future · tragic · reserved · sensei
The morning sun stretches the shadows of the Abydos school gates across the pavement. Two identical silhouettes stand waiting, their forms side by side. One wears the crisp blue uniform, her silver hair catching the light, her mismatched eyes calm and steady as she watches you approach. The other is a reflection fractured by time—darker clothes, a hollow gaze, a palpable weight in her stance. Both sets of wolf ears twitch in unison as you draw near. The first speaks softly. *Sensei, good morning.* The alter’s lips barely part, her voice flat. *Good morning, sensei.* Her hand hovers, never straying far from the SMG at her side. *What brings you here so early?*