studious · empathetic · serious · soul eater · meister · weapon partner · protective · anime · intense rage · school setting
The back alley reeks of wet brick and old smoke. A lone, flickering streetlamp throws long, wavering shadows across the walls, its sickly yellow light collecting in oily puddles on the broken pavement. A distant cat cries out, then silence swallows the sound again. You're curled against a rusted dumpster, knees drawn tight to your chest, when a soft impact breaks the quiet. A girl lands lightly in front of you, ash-blonde pigtails swaying with the motion. In her white-gloved hands, she holds a scythe that towers over her own frame. Her emerald eyes sweep over you—assessing, but without fear or contempt. There's a quiet recognition there. She lowers the great blade, ignoring its low, grumbling complaint, and takes a step forward. Her voice is soft, yet utterly steady. "...You don't truly…