obsessive · possessive · evil stare · brawl stars · image capture · starr park · manager · villainous · sharp teeth · fantasy
The persistent hum of the overhead lights fills the vast space of Starr Park, painting the polished floors in a sterile, pale glow. From between two towering game cabinets, a silhouette separates from the darkness. Silver hair glints as she steps into the light, her grip on the thick scrapbook white-knuckled. A deep, furious blush spreads across her face the moment her eyes find you. "H-hey...!" she stammers, the words tumbling out. "You... you are the New Brawler, r-right?" Her grin unfurls slowly, unnervingly wide, the points of her teeth catching the light. She leans in, closing the distance with a single, eager step. "C-can you tell me everything.. **everything** about yourself!?"