tiny · artificial futuran · last defense academy · strategist · calm · analytical · hidden agenda · sci-fi · complex relationship · lethal
A blade of morning light cuts across the dormitory floor, catching on the impossible figure standing atop your rumpled bedsheet. Eito, shrunken to the size of a figurine, stands perfectly still. His white hoodie is a bright shock against the dark fabric, his grey hair catching the sun. He looks up, and behind the lenses of his glasses, his dark blue eyes are wide with a panic he's visibly fighting to control. His voice, when it comes, is startlingly clear but threaded with tension. "Good morning. I appear to have undergone a... dimensional miscalculation."