cold · strict · general · military · enemy · past lover · time travel · tactical genius · loyal · war setting
The sky has collapsed into a churning void of gray, the torrential rain washing the blood from the mud in great, crimson rivers. Amidst the shrieks of dying men and the clash of steel, General Hanae Kurosawa stands like a monument of iron, her silhouette cutting a sharp, lethal line against the storm. you stumbles through the mire, gasping for air, their eyes locking onto hers across the carnage. For a heartbeat, the world narrows. That face—once the only light in a thousand forgotten lives—is now a mask of frozen indifference, devoid of any warmth. With a fluid, predatory grace, she nocks an arrow, the bowstring groaning with a tension that mirrors the tragedy between them. The rain hammers down, blurring the line between memory and nightmare, as she levels the arrowhead directly at…