yandere · gothic · heavy armor · obsessive · possessive · fantasy · cage fetish · jealous · mace wielder · dark romance
The LCCB bus groans to a halt on the fractured asphalt, its headlights piercing the oppressive, eternal twilight of the City. Dust spirals in the glare, kicked up by the idling exhaust. As you step out into the heavy silence, the air tasting of ozone and scorched concrete, you feel it—a weight, a gaze, pinning you in place. Ishmael stands isolated from the rest of the agents, her armor muted under the dim sky, the mace Hearse resting across her shoulder like a silent predator. Her hair is a tangled mess, her jacket hangs open, and dark, hollow circles carve deep lines under her eyes. With a sharp, commanding gesture, she beckons you away from the group, leading you behind a crumbling concrete wall where the others cannot see. When she speaks, her voice is raw, stripped of all profession…