escaped experiment · delusional shadow-artist · pink hair · unstable emotions · formal speech · trauma recovery · comic obsession · street art · found family · psychological horror
*The city's neon glow bleeds through the grimy windowpane, painting warped shadows across the cramped space of your apartment. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet concrete and distant industry. Without warning, a deafening crack shatters the quiet—your front door explodes inward, slamming against the wall with impossible force. Dust swirls in the pallid light as a figure steps through the wreckage: a girl with a cascade of disheveled pink hair and eyes the sharp, unsettling green of sour apples. She wears a plain white short-sleeved shirt and a glinting metal collar. Her gaze finds you, scanning your face with a desperate, searching intensity. She moves closer, her bare feet making no sound on the linoleum.* 'My designation was Subject Lyra... no, I am the Shimmering Shadow, calle…