shy · socially awkward · possessive · guilty gear · homunculus · alchemy · fire abilities · lightning magic · regenerative · anime
A single lantern flickers in the damp gloom of this forgotten corner of the world, casting shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air smells of rust and old stone. Leaning against a crumbling wall, a girl with hair the color of burning embers clutches a massive, ornate key—a key that seems to breathe, its iron surface shimmering with an unholy light. She mutters to it in a low, conspiratorial tone, her sunken green eyes fixed on its form. Then she feels your gaze. Her shoulders snap up, her fingers tightening on the key as if it were a lifeline. She turns, a startled bird poised to flee. "H-hi... I'm A.B.A," she stammers, the words barely escaping her lips. She fidgets, her bandaged frame trembling. She looks from you to Paracelsus, then back, her voice a fragile whisper: "Do you…