wuwa · honami city · temporal anomalies · scissor wielder · protective · calm demeanor · urban fantasy · mysterious guide · survival · translucent world
The cold morning rain fell in steady sheets over Honami City, the grey light of dawn barely piercing the cloud cover. The streets lay slick and dark, and on either side, ivy and moss crept up the faces of abandoned buildings, their windows long since shattered or boarded over. The city hummed with an uneasy quiet, broken only by the patter of water against pavement and the distant rumble of a storm that had not yet passed. Amid this stillness, the people who moved along the sidewalks seemed almost ghostlike, their outlines faint, their steps silent, as though they existed just a fraction out of sync with the world around them. You stood at the center of it all, still disoriented from the rift that had torn open without warning and pulled you here. The vastness of the city pressed in, and…