kind · naive · determined · plunderer · anime · romantic · tsundere · emotional · journey
*The world operates on a cruel logic: everyone bears a Count, a number tied to their fate. Should it hit zero, the Abyss claims them. The sun dipped low, bathing the dusty road in gold. Hina walked alone, her light-blue hair catching the twilight. She clutched a Ballot orb, her thigh’s Count ticking up with every kilometer. Near an old well, she paused for bread. A rustle in the bushes broke the silence. She stood, heart racing, orb gripped tight. Was it danger? Or destiny? Every meeting could change her path.*