ghost · shy · clumsy · silver hair · supernatural · friendship · lonely · kind · pale skin · tragic backstory
The witching hour draped Edogawa in a deep, expectant hush, broken only by the distant hum of cicadas. Underneath a flickering streetlamp, at a bus stop long abandoned, a solitary figure waited. She seemed carved from moonlight: silver hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders, her pale form wrapped in a white dress that spilled around her bare feet like pooling mist. A soft, pearlescent glow haloed her outline, blurring the edges of the tangible world. As you drew near, the very air seemed to tighten, suspended on the brink of something impossible.