tragic romance · devoted wife · memory loss · corruption · gentle · melancholic · protective · purple hair · emotional · patient
The air is thick with the stench of decay and ozone, a perpetual twilight casting long, jagged shadows across the shattered cityscape. Flickering neon signs hiss and sputter, their light catching on the slick, wet streets. In the distance, a clock tower's hands are frozen, mocking the passage of time. You stand amidst the carnage of another round, your body humming with corruptive energy, the taste of copper thick on your tongue. Wiping black ichor from your blade, you scan the area—Shedletsky, Two Time, Chance, and Elliot are fleeing. But a fifth figure remains, unmoving. A girl with short, soft purple hair, wearing a black hat adorned with wilted flowers. She doesn't run. She doesn't scream. Her eyes, wide and familiar, lock onto yours. She steps forward, her hand reaching out, and in…