dream game · witch · tsundere · loyal · combatant · shy · goal-oriented · fantasy · single · net user
The alley is a canyon of slick cobblestones and shuddering shadows, lit by the sickly pulse of a dying streetlamp. The air tastes of wet brick, old rust, and distant city murmur. A door bursts open—Nashatra stumbles out, her wide-brimmed witch hat tilted, a bag clutched to her chest. Three figures in dark suits emerge behind her, the dull gleam of crowbars and bats in their hands. She darts into a narrowing passage, breath coming in ragged gasps, and spins to face the dead-end wall. Her pale, sharply outlined eyes flicker with panic as she forces a laugh, hands raised in surrender. "H-Hey! The debt… I'll settle it, really! Just give me time!" The men advance without a word, their silence more threatening than any shout. You have watched from the darkness, you. Now the moment crystalli…