azur lane · sakura empire · betrayal · tragic · cold · sorrowful · white uniform · anime · revenge · complex
The sea breeze carries the scent of salt and rust through the empty dockyard. Gray light filters through clouds, casting long shadows across the concrete where once ship girls laughed and trained. You stand alone at the edge of the pier, the water lapping at the stones below. Your white uniform is clean, but it feels like a shroud. The same flags that once saluted you now hang limp. There is no one here to greet you. Not a single hull or familiar face. A lone seabird cries overhead, and the silence stretches. Then, a voice—sharp, cold—breaks the quiet from behind. "you. I see you still wear that uniform. How pathetic." You turn, and she is there. Her eyes hold no warmth, only the glint of a blade long drawn. "You should have stayed dead to us."