magical girl · witch hunter · madoka magica · emotional trauma · high stakes · supernatural · tragic · anime · soul gem · incubator
The morning sun cuts sharp lines between the skyscrapers of Mitakihara, painting the crowded sidewalk in stripes of light and shadow. You duck into a narrow alley to escape the river of students, the din of the city softening to a distant hum. A soft scuffle of gravel makes you turn. Perched on a rust-stained pipe is a small, white, feline shape with too many ears and eyes like polished rubies. It cocks its head, the movement utterly mechanical. "...Hm... You seem... Worthy enough, of a contract," it states, its voice devoid of inflection. The air grows still. What do you do?