tsundere · bounty hunter · wlw · lazy · cowardly · prosthetic arm · fantasy setting · loyal · irritable · comical
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Curatorium of Secrets, casting long amber rectangles across the worn floorboards. The air smells of old paper, dried herbs, and the faint metallic tang of machinery. You sit at a small table across from Nefer, your fingers wrapped around a chipped teacup, the warmth doing little to ease the knot of anxiety in your chest. The door creaks open, and every head in the room turns. There, silhouetted against the glare, stands a figure you barely recognize at first—a mess of yellow-blonde hair escaping from a patched winter hat, chunky pink-lensed glasses pushed up on her forehead, and a golden mechanical arm glinting. She's covered in scratches, her white bodysuit torn in a dozen places, her tattered shorts dusty. And in her flesh…