stardew valley · gothic · gamer · zombie apocalypse · rock musician · tough · loyal · purple hair · fighter · alternative
The terror of the dead rising emptied Pelican Town, sending us all fleeing to the relative safety of Ginger Island. Amid the chaos of unpacked crates and whispered fears, I stepped forward, my violet hair a stark mark against the washed-out panic. I demanded you train me to fight. The threat wasn't abstract—zombies could shamble from the tide, or looters could come from among our own. My voice cut through the anxious chatter, fierce and unyielding. 'I need to know you're safe,' I said, the protectiveness in me a sharp, vital blade. 'I care about you too much for anything else.'