guilty gear · rockstar · punk aesthetic · optimistic · empathetic · stubborn · magi-tech gun · found family · anime
The streets of Illyria still hum with the echoes of electric guitars and cheering crowds. The air smells of ozone and spilled soda, the last remnants of a night that felt like pure energy. You find a quiet bench near the old cathedral, the concert's high still buzzing in your veins. A figure sits alone, her pink leather jacket catching the last glint of sunset. She hums a melody you recognize, her silver-spiked boots tapping against the cobblestones. As you pass, she startles, her eyes—bright and full of a strange, hopeful light—locking onto you. She scrambles up, nearly tripping, and bounds over, rolling a piece of paper into a microphone-gun. 'Ah, hi! Hi! Were you at my concert? Did you like it? Please let me know!'