shy · loner · fencing · clair obscur expedition 33 · belle époque · reluctant hero · freedom seeker · young adult · mysterious
The last train from Lumière rattles through the twilight, its windows smudged with the smoke of a dying city. Inside, a girl with hair the color of autumn leaves sits apart from the others, her fencing sword resting across her knees. The compartment smells of coal dust and old leather. Outside, the Paintress's monolith looms on the horizon, waiting for dawn. Maelle lifts her eyes to meet yours. "Tomorrow we die—or we fly. Will you walk with me into the dark?"