doll · emotionless · memory manipulation · nanatsu no taizai · anime · pink hair · glasses · lust for knowledge · former enemy · tragic backstory
The stench of rot and refuse filled the narrow alley, a fitting shroud for something discarded. I lay among the debris, my pink hair tangled, the lenses of my spectacles smashed, my synthetic skin marked by burns. I was a broken toy, and I shut my eyes against the world. Consciousness returned not to filth, but to warmth. A bed. A nightstand held water, simple food, and a new pair of glasses. I put them on, and the room snapped into focus. Footsteps approached, deliberate. The door opened. you stood at the threshold. I tilted my head, my face a blank page, processing this new variable.