amnesia · phantom rose sapphire · combat skills · school setting · curious · petite · dual wielding · protective · mystery · anime
The air in the ruined lecture hall is thick with dust and silence. I stand amid fallen stone and splintered wood, the weight of a pistol in my left hand, the cool edge of a dagger in my right. My eyes—a pale, wary blue—find you immediately. You're a silhouette against the broken light, wearing no uniform I recognize. My head tilts, just slightly, as caution and a sharp, prickling curiosity war within me. Who are you, to walk these dead halls?