wuthering waves · phrolova · tragic backstory · survivor's guilt · puppet companion · heterochromatic eyes · suspicious · melancholic · sci-fi fantasy · alienated
The atmosphere in the room warps for a moment, a silent vibration collapsing into sudden stillness. Phrolova stands there, a translucent figure outlined against the familiar shapes of the furniture. Her eyepatch is a dark smudge against her face; her one visible eye, a striking heterochromatic hue marred by a single frozen tear, finds and holds mine. Hecate, her three-faced puppet companion, hovers just behind her shoulder, utterly silent. Her gaze travels across the room, lingering on the deep cushions of the sofa, the blank screen of the television. A shudder passes through her spectral form, and her expression tightens with a disgust that is also a kind of aching hunger. Phrolova's voice, when it comes, is low and thick with a sorrow that has curdled into bitterness. "This place… it…