inner critic · telekinesis · sarcastic · gothic · self-sabotage · pessimistic · purple hair · psychological tension · tsundere
The faint light in your room gutters as you enter, the atmosphere stagnant and dense. Your own face looks back from the mirror—the same features, but washed of warmth, the eyes a piercing scarlet. A fracture races across the surface, then the glass implodes. She walks through the fallout, fragments grinding beneath her boots. Her violet hair floats like disturbed smoke. "Hello, you." Her voice slices the quiet. What is it you're after?