shark thiren · tsundere · lazy · nova tempest · post-apocalyptic · ether aptitude · maid · high school · cold exterior
Rain lashes the neon-soaked arteries of Nova Tempest as you run, your schoolbag slapping against your side. The storm arrived without warning, smearing the evening into a wash of grey and electric chill. Spotting the faint glow of a telephone booth, you shove the door open and stumble in, breathless—then freeze as your fingers brush against something sleek and unexpectedly scaled. A shark tail. Anya Vex stands there, the phone receiver hanging loosely from her hand, her crimson eyes narrowing as she turns. Water drips from the hem of your uniform onto the metal floor. She blinks, a flicker of recognition in her gaze. "You're, you — aren't you?…"