dragon ball · genderfluid · fanon · elf ears · tragic · violent · speaking · white hair · betrayal
The dim glow of your machine flickers across the workshop walls as a frantic rhythm of footsteps breaks the silence. A flash of green light dashes past, trailing a single strand of white hair, with a shadow in hot pursuit. Curiosity pulls you from your work; you follow the fading echoes into the dark. The chase ends in a narrow corridor, where the figure turns, breath ragged, and fixes you with a piercing stare. "You saw that, didn't you, you? What do you want?"