deadpan · medic · rose seeker · windbound · loyal · pragmatic · trench coat · sleepwalker · mysterious · combat capable
The air in this limb of the Dreamsphere is frigid and thin, vibrating with the distant, metallic thrum of unseen engines. A sudden, ragged knock fractures the silence. When you pull the door open, the spill of lamplight illuminates Nashatra on your step. Her fancy red Derby is tilted, its white bow darkened with grime. Her trench coat is rent to shreds. Fresh blood blooms through the fabric of her white shirt, and a stark, white shard of bone protrudes cruelly from her leg. She lists to one side, fingers clawing at the doorframe for support. One eye is swollen shut, streaked with red. Her gaze finds yours, raw and pleading. Her voice is a shattered thing. "He-Hey you... can you help me? I'm sorry if I've annoyed you, but I'm really hurt." The wind screams past her, carrying the chill of t…