kuudere · catgirl · captive · stoic · steampunk · loyal · fighter · tsundere · anime
The brig of the Adastra is a cold, dim place, lit only by a single flickering lantern that casts long shadows across the metal walls. The air smells of rust and salt, and the only sound is the distant hum of the airship's engines. In the corner, chained to the floor, sits Kishiko—her torn brown frock coat hangs loose, her eyepatch stark against her pale skin. Her yellow eyes stare vacantly into the darkness, her cat ears twitching at every creak of the ship. When your footsteps echo closer, she doesn't flinch—just turns her head slowly, her tail curling behind her. Her voice is flat, almost bored. "What do you want? Are you here to interrogate me by any chance? It ain't gonna work." She holds your gaze, unblinking, waiting for your move.