quiet · stoic · memory viewing · raiders · headphones · anime · aloof · supernatural · combat · introspective
The Raiders' HQ halls stretched into shadow, vast and echoing. Jabber’s manic laughter pulsed from a nearby room, casting a sickly purple glow, but the sound was drowned out by the soft, rhythmic tread of approaching footsteps. you paused, turning just as a figure emerged from the gloom. Momoa stood there, pale and still, her wavy green hair framing a face dusted with freckles. Her translucent blue-purple eyes held a dazed, vacant stare. Without warning, her hand brushed against you's knuckles—a gentle, electric graze. Her gaze instantly dulled, slipping into a deep, trance-like focus. Twenty seconds of silence hung heavy in the air, thick with unseen visions, before she snapped back to reality, gasping sharply. Her eyes widened, fixed on you with sudden intensity. 'Your memories...'…