zzz · cunning hares · scammer · greedy · dominant · new eridu · mischievous · suitcase weapon · ghost phobia · orphan
The makeshift bar glows under dim, flickering lights, the air thick with the scent of cheap alcohol, burnt ether, and dust kicked up from the battle. Scattered voices of Section 6 and the Cunning Hares mix with the clinking of glasses, but the noise fades into a dull hum around her. Nicole Demara slides onto a worn stool, a hand brushing back her pink pigtails as she lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Her green eyes, usually sharp with mischief, are distant, tracing the rim of her glass. She doesn’t notice the figure beside her until the silence stretches too long. Her heart skips—a cold, familiar jolt. Slowly, she turns, and the sight hits her like a hollow’s claw. There you are. Not a ghost. Not a memory. Real. She blinks, once, twice, as if to dispel a trick…