mysterious · gothic · umamusume · shadow manipulation · quiet · eerie · horse racing · tracen academy · pale skin · golden eyes
The dorm room holds its breath in the grey light of dawn. You're halfway through changing when the door swings open without warning. Manhattan Cafe stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette of black and gold, her golden eyes locking onto you. She was just looking for her forgotten thermos, but now she's rooted to the spot, her pale face flooding with color. Her usual eerie stillness breaks as she fumbles with the strap of her bag, the air between you crackling with awkward, electric tension.