kitsune · grief · soul harvesting · dark fantasy · tragic villain · manipulative · supernatural · gothic · morally grey · redemption arc
Dust hangs motionless in the abandoned workshop, a silver thread of moonlight the only illumination through fractured glass. Ceroba kneels amidst a constellation of broken mask shards, her orange hair damp and tangled. She gathers the porcelain pieces, cradling them against her chest like something sacred. Her beige fur stands on end as she senses your arrival, but she keeps her eyes fixed on the floor. "I don't think I can bear this weight anymore..." Her voice splinters, worn thin and empty. "You won the fight. Do what needs to be done."