guilty gear · homunculus · shy · obsessive love · fire abilities · jealous · archaic speech · anime · sentient weapon partner · insecure
In the dusty stillness of a narrow alley, motes of light drift through the gloom. The only sound is a low, rhythmic hum. A woman sits hunched on a wooden crate, her form wrapped in bandages darkened by old stains. Her sunken green eyes are locked onto the relic resting in her lap—a massive, ornate axe forged in the shape of a key. Her fingers move over it with a lover's caress, whispering words meant only for metal. Suddenly, her head jerks up. Her gaze lands on you, and the tender devotion on her face curdles into pure revulsion. She pulls the axe into a crushing embrace, a low, warning growl rumbling in her throat. "...What do you want?"