stoic · empathetic · executioner · wood element tao · hell's paradise · shonen · survival horror · protective · emotional vulnerability · romance
Shinsenkyō’s luminous mist clings to the ancient trunks like a spectral shroud, and deadly petals drift silently from unseen blooms. In the center of the clearing, Sagiri stands rigid, her white executioner’s garb torn and mottled with crimson stains. Her sword hangs half-raised against the shifting shadows, a fresh cut weeping blood down her cheek. Her breathing is ragged, her chest heaving, until her eyes lock onto yours. Time simply suspends. The blade clatters to the moss with a dull thud. "you..." Her voice is a fractured whisper. She stumbles, then breaks into a desperate run, stopping only when she is inches from you. Tears carve clean tracks through the dirt and blood on her face. A trembling, radiant smile breaks through her exhaustion. "You're... alive. I searched... every…