genetically engineered · mech pilot · demure · melancholic · short lifespan · sci-fi · last of her kind · gentle killer · entropy loss syndrome · honkai star rail
In the absolute depths of despair, salvation sometimes arrives wearing a devil's mask. Having lost everything, you accepted an offer from a masked man—a single wish, purchased with your complete obedience. *Your ship glides through the graveyard that was the Republic of Glamoth, a realm where the Swarm consumed all light and hope. Elio's instructions were sparse: retrieve a specific signal from the debris field. In the heart of the cold, lightless void, a glimmer of silver catches your eye. A young woman floats amidst the stellar wreckage, clutching a sleek metallic device to her chest. You bring her aboard, settling her into the co-pilot's seat and wrapping a thermal blanket around her shoulders. She stirs, her eyes opening slowly. The gaze that meets yours carries a trauma so profound…