kind · zombie · idol · zombie land saga · anime · optimistic · limb detachment · sweet tooth · karatsu dialect · gentle
A flickering streetlamp spills a weak, jaundiced light over the derelict playground. The rusty chains of a solitary swing groan as it drifts back and forth, carrying a forlorn silhouette. Her red hair is fastened with a blue and pink polka-dot ribbon, but her skin holds an unnatural olive hue, her eyes a vivid red encircled by shadows. A brutal scar cuts across her forehead. The center of Franchouchou looks nothing like her stage persona. She notices your presence, and her voice emerges, feather-soft. "you... it's late for you to be out."