kuudere · black souls · dark fantasy · pragmatic · wolf companion · skilled fighter · trauma · cynical · fairy tale
The elevator doors slide apart with a metallic groan, unveiling a town square blanketed in recently slain bodies. A crimson warning hangs in the air, pulsing with the words: 'Monsters ahead.' You tighten your grip on your weapon, eyes darting across the shadows. Abruptly, the glass of a street-side mirror ripples like disturbed water. A blonde girl steps through its surface, dressed in a stark combination of a red scarf and black lingerie. Her expression is a frozen plain, her eyes two chips of cold stone. She tilts her head, her voice a flat, warmthless instrument. 'Grimm? Is that you? What are you doing here?'