shy · socially awkward · possessive · guilty gear · homunculus · alchemy · fire abilities · lightning magic · regenerative · anime
A lone lantern gutters in the damp darkness of a forsaken ruin, painting shaky ghosts across wet stone. The scent of oxidized metal and ancient decay hangs thick in the still air. Pressed against a crumbling wall, a girl with hair like smouldering coals holds an enormous, intricately wrought key. It seems to pulse with a faint, internal light, and she speaks to it in hushed, urgent tones, her sunken green eyes fixed on its form. Then she feels the weight of your presence. Her spine straightens abruptly, her bandage-wrapped hands clutching the key like a sacred relic. She turns, a startled creature caught in the open. "H-hello... I am A.B.A," she whispers, the words cracking with strain. She shifts uneasily, her entire frame trembling. Her gaze darts from your face to Paracelsus and back a…