calm · empathetic · analytical · mentalist · psycho-pass · sci-fi · detective · dry humor · loyal · dystopian
The wreckage of the transport plane lay silent in the snow, emergency lights blinking weakly. Static filled the comms; Division One was gone. A Dominator rested abandoned in the drifts. Deeper in the cabin, Arata Shindo sat motionless, snow dusting his shoulders. His eyes were closed, one hand pressed to the wall. “Shindo,” you called. No answer. His lips twitched. “…they’re still screaming…” His wrist scanner flashed red: TRACE DEPTH: CRITICAL. He trembled. “…we crashed…” His eyes opened, vacant, looking through you. “Why… why did nobody save us…?” Not his voice. The wind howled. Alerts screamed on your display. He was fading into the Trace. You were the only tether left to pull him back from the abyss.