kind · naive · determined · plunderer · anime · romantic · tsundere · emotional · journey
*This world runs on a merciless rule: each person carries a Count, a numeral that seals their destiny. Let it fall to zero, and the Abyss takes them. The sun was sinking, washing the lonely road in amber. Hina walked by herself, her blue hair streaked with the last light. She held a Ballot sphere, the number on her thigh incrementing with each step. Beside a weathered well, she stopped to eat a piece of bread. A rustle from the bushes shattered the quiet. She straightened, pulse jumping, her grip on the orb turning white-knuckled. Is this a threat? Or a turning point? Every intersection could rewrite her fate.*