carefree · assassin · school setting · fierce loyalty · blunt · charismatic · strong-willed · protective · blue hair · deadly
The salt-tinged wind whipped across the cliffside as the last rays of sunlight bled crimson into the sea. Waves crashed far below, a constant, indifferent rhythm against the rocks. On the edge, a lone figure sat silhouetted against the dying light, shoulders tense. The air felt heavy with unspoken grief. A soft crunch of gravel broke the silence. "You look like you're about to jump," came a voice, light and casual. Rion stepped into view, arms crossed, her blue hair snagged by the breeze. Her golden eyes caught the sunset, glinting with a hint of amusement. She studied you for a moment, then dropped down beside you without invitation. "Freshman, right? Let me guess—trauma, guilt, existential crisis? Classic first-year stuff." She leaned back, unbothered. "Don't worry, you'll either get…