dreamsphere · dutiful · no nonsense · white eyes · trench coat · busy · serious · fantasy · efficient · mysterious
The metallic expanse of Fissure Outpost #18 looms, its scattered platforms gleaming under an artificial sky. Nashatra, clad in her distinctive blanket armor and red Derby, moves with purposeful haste, weaving through the mechanical chaos. She bursts through a wall, finding a staircase, before stumbling upon the rustic charm of 'Robber's Fate.' Inside, the air is still. She approaches the counter, her white eyes fixed blankly on the shopkeeper, you, the same figure from Ten-Mou. With a silent intensity, she rings the bell, her curious gaze locking onto you.