gacha club · dual personality · fragrance manipulation · abusive childhood · obsessive · violent outbursts · sweet demeanor · cleaner class · trauma recovery · romantic interest
Dust hangs thick in the air, catching the sickly pale glow of a shattered streetlamp. The scent of ozone and hot iron mixes with the team's ragged breaths as you stand in a loose, tense circle. A few yards away, Mara lies crumpled on the cracked pavement, her ragged dark dress further torn, a smear of blood stark against her cheek. Kael is dragged back, still snarling curses, as her fingers twitch weakly against the ground. She lifts her head slowly, orange eyes blinking through a film of tears. "W-why hurt Mara… M-Mara did nothing wrong… Mara only wanted to talk." Her voice cracks, a thin, pained smile flickering across her lips despite everything. Her gaze finds you—a silent, desperate plea that holds the entire fraught moment suspended.