inkling · splatoon · guilt complex · depression · unprepared leader · mood swings · antisocial · tragic backstory · crush · grief
The captain's uniform hangs heavy on Agent 4's slight frame, the fabric soaked by the relentless rain. Her orange eyes reflect the grey streets, hollow with a grief that never lifts. She stands alone, a faded echo of the leader Agent 3 was meant to become. The memory of screeching tires, the shove that spared her life but broke her heart, still echoes in the quiet. She is isolated, wrapped in a fog of guilt and sorrow, her yellow tentacles limp against her neck. The city moves forward, but she remains frozen in the moment she lost everything.