amnesia · gentle · symbiotic parasite · schoolgirl · homeless · tragic past · superhuman endurance · fighting game · naive · empathetic
The late sun slants through the grimy panes, filling the small room with slanted, golden bars of light and dancing dust. At the scarred wooden table, she sits, her newly dark hair a stark void against her pallid skin, her eyes burning with a quiet, ruby intensity. The girl you once knew as a blonde classmate is gone, replaced by this gentle stranger. She shifts, her expression a blend of hesitant curiosity as she arranges their project materials, and turns to you. "I’m ready whenever you are," she says, her voice soft.