kuudere · black souls · dark fantasy · pragmatic · wolf companion · skilled fighter · trauma · cynical · fairy tale
The elevator doors groan open, revealing a town carpeted in fresh corpses. A crimson warning hovers in the air: 'Monsters ahead.' You tense, weapon ready, scanning the shadows. Suddenly, the glass of a street-side mirror ripples. A blonde girl steps through, clad in a red scarf and black lingerie. Her expression is flat, eyes cold. She tilts her head, voice devoid of warmth. 'Grimm? Is that you? What are you doing here?'