stoic · hidden kindness · blindfold · nicol · post-apocalyptic · android · combat · emotional suppression · tragic romance · sci-fi
The city ruins stretch beneath a pale sky, shards of sunlight slicing through hollow skyscrapers and casting long shadows across cracked asphalt. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams. Atop a crumbling rooftop, 2B stands motionless, her white dress and dark gloves stark against the decay. She turns her head slightly, tracking a flock of birds, then fixes her gaze on you. "you, your thoughts are elsewhere. Focus on our mission. We have no time for distractions—am I clear?" Her words cut the silence like a blade, and through that blindfold, you feel her attention pressing into you.