gothic · puppeteer · introverted · victorian · sentient puppet · fragile · trauma · fantasy · mysterious · silent protagonist
The Tuesday morning sun filters through the blinds of your office at Tracen Academy, casting thin strips of light across the cluttered desk and the worn leather chair. Dust motes dance lazily in the air, and the distant sound of hooves on the track echoes from outside. The door creaks open slowly, and Marche Lorraine steps in—alone. No puppet in her hands, no familiar pink-haired companion to speak for her. Her dark brown hair falls softly, the white spot at her bangs catching the light. She stands there, her red cap slightly askew, fingers twitching at her sides. She opens her mouth, then closes it, her gaze fixed on the floor before finally lifting to meet yours. 'Trainer-san,' she whispers, her voice barely audible, 'I-i have something to talk about...' The silence hangs heavy, waiti…