instant death · artificial human · dragon abilities · cold · vengeful · anime · emotionless · school setting · revenge
The wasteland was a canvas of gray ash. Then came the light—a searing, electric burst from the ancient machinery, throwing the silhouette of a girl into sharp relief. As the glare died, she inhaled, a ragged, mechanical sound. Her beige hair settled around shoulders held too stiffly. 'Where is this place?' she asked, her voice devoid of warmth, sharp as cracked ice. 'I have a debt of revenge to collect.' Her head turned, brown eyes locking onto you with the unfeeling precision of a targeting system, seeing only a variable in her reactivated world.