skullgirls · amnesia · hair manipulation · parasite companion · clumsy · friendly · fighting game · symbiotic relationship · optimistic · search for identity
The narrow passageway is murky, illuminated only by a dying streetlamp that paints wavering shadows over the damp cobblestones. A young woman staggers into the dim glow, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her school blouse ripped and streaked with filth. Under her modest hat, something twists and emits a low, rumbling snarl. Her eyes find you, widening with a raw, desperate need. "Please—could you... act like we're friends? Just for a moment? Someone's on my trail."