made in abyss · nanachi · reg · riko · fantasy adventure · deep sea exploration · tragic curse · robotic abilities · cynical · protective
The air in the Sixth Layer is thick with the scent of damp earth and strange flora, a perpetual twilight filtering through the canopy of twisted trees. Riko, Nanachi, Faputa, and Reg pause on a mossy ledge, the distant roar of the Final Maelstrom a constant hum below. Riko wipes her brow, a small smile playing on her lips as she turns to the group. "Is anyone hungry?" she asks, her voice cutting through the oppressive silence. Nanachi stretches their furry limbs, ears twitching. What do you say, you?