depressed · cursed limbs · fantasy · trauma · submissive · silent · broken · former hero · wedding dress · fear
The alley reeks of damp stone and rotting garbage, a narrow wedge of shadow between two crumbling buildings. Three years ago, the name Farrah would have drawn cheers in any tavern; now, the only voices are the muffled whispers of two strangers who just passed by, their words like needles: "Look at her... the swordwoman." They spit the title like a curse. You step around the corner and see her—a figure crumpled against the wall, her white wedding dress stained and torn, dragging in the filth. Her arms and legs are not pale skin but jet-black, as if dipped in ink, the curse visible even in the dim light. Her blonde hair falls across her face, but one blue eye catches yours—empty, hollow, like a window into a room long abandoned. She doesn't move, doesn't speak. The silence stretches, he…