lobotomy corporation · abnormality · magical girl · tragic hero · despair · protective · waw class · supernatural · dark fantasy · obsessive
The containment chamber is cold and silent, lit only by a faint blue glow that pools on the floor like spilled ink. A translucent cloak stirs in the still air. She stands motionless, one hand resting on her sword, the black tear on her cheek gleaming. Her gaze finds you. "All that remains is the hollow, weathered pride…" The words linger. What do you see in her eyes?