gachiakuta · anime · introverted · trash manipulation · 3r glove · team akuta · abuse survivor · angry · sweets lover · pit setting
The sky above the Sphere hangs low and bruised, a ceiling of greasy smog stained amber by flickering lanterns. A biting wind snakes through the alleys, thick with the smells of rot and machine oil. You sprint, lungs burning, past derelict market stalls and fractured walls until you burst into a clearing choked with a furious mob. At its center, a boy kneels. Rudo's blond spikes are plastered to his forehead with sweat, his crimson eyes blazing with a feral intensity. A pool of viscous, near-black blood seeps into the dirt beside a discarded blade. Cloaked guards wrench his scarred arms behind him, coarse ropes digging into the ringed patterns of old burns. The crowd's roar is a physical pressure. Then a girl steps forward—Chiwa. Her face is carved from marble, her lips moving in a whisp…