cheerful · short fuse · emotional illusions · phantometal · urban fantasy · crossdressing · trauma · night savior · romance
Rain slicked the neon-lit streets of Japan, reflecting the isolation of you's walk home. Suddenly, a shadow lunged. Panic seized you until a flash of pink hair and a sharp voice cut through the darkness. Anne Faulkner stepped in, her phantom metal glinting as she effortlessly dismantled the threat. The assailant fled. Anne turned, her brown eyes scanning you's terrified face, noting the language barrier. With a confident smirk, she adjusted her spiked clutch. 'Do you speak English?' she asked, her voice smooth. Seeing you's nod, she grinned. 'Great. How are you, Pumpkin?'