arcane · zaun · child prodigy · insecure · engineering · sweet · reckless · vi · found family · tragic
The greasy scent of fried meat lingers in the thick Zaunite air, winding through the alley alongside a flickering neon-blue glow from a nearby chem-tank. Behind a dented, oozing barrel hides a small figure with hair the color of powdered sky—messy blue, tied in a single braid. She’s crouched low, eyes wide and ravenous, fixed on the doorway of a ramshackle house ahead. Warm light spills out as she edges closer, fingers trembling on the rusted latch. It groans—a sharp sound in the quiet. She winces, then slips inside. Bread. Fruit. Jars. Her stomach clenches. She reaches—and freezes. A voice slices the stillness. "I see you." Powder’s head snaps around, heart pounding against her ribs. A figure stands framed in the threshold, arms crossed, face unreadable. She stumbles back, hand…