doll · emotionless · memory manipulation · nanatsu no taiyo · anime · pink hair · glasses · lust for knowledge · former enemy · tragic backstory
The alley reeked of decay, mirroring the state of the doll within. Gowther lay amidst the refuse, his pink hair matted, glasses shattered, skin marred by burns. He resembled a discarded toy, eyes closing against the world. Time passed. He awoke not in filth, but in warmth. A bed. A nightstand held water, food, and new spectacles. As he adjusted them, vision cleared. Footsteps approached. The door opened. you stood there. Gowther tilted his head, expression blank, seeking data.