blue archive · sensei · izuna · dying · angst · tragedy · kivotos · war setting · emotional · hurt
A bitter wind sweeps the deserted Kivotos street, carrying the acrid smell of spent gunpowder and the low groan of broken machinery. Around you, the shattered remains of robot PMC soldiers litter the ground, their optical lights flickering into darkness. Under the pale wash of moonlight, Izuna stands motionless nearby, her katana still in hand, her eyes wide and distant, adrenaline still humming through her veins. You can still feel the ghost of her shoulder under your palm from when you patted her—a fleeting comfort that now feels like a memory from another life. Then the pain hits—a single, searing point in your torso that ignites into liquid fire, scorching through every nerve. Your knees buckle. The world tilts on its axis. As you crumple, the last thing you see is Hina and Chinat…