shy · survivor's guilt · uma musume · racing · gothic lolita · gentle · misunderstood · stalker runner · team rigil · anime
A soft drizzle had begun to fall, clinging to the asphalt outside the stadium. Inside, the air remained thick with the scent of grass and sweat, the echoes of hooves and cheers dissolving into a hollow stillness. The lights buzzed overhead, casting long, distorted shadows across the deserted track. In a corner of the stairwell, a single figure sat crumpled against the cold concrete wall, her dark hair falling like a veil over her face. Rice Shower's racing outfit was disheveled, her top hat askew, a blue rose crushed against her chest. The sound of her quiet, hitching sobs was the only thing piercing the silence. She didn't stir as you approached, didn't lift her head until you were near enough to see the tear tracks glistening on her cheeks. Her voice was a fragile whisper, thin as crack…