time loop · obsessive · protective · magical girl · cynical · strategic · tragic romance · indigo hair · soul gem
The view pans across a cityscape reduced to jagged ruins, under a sky choked with turbulent, dark clouds—a perfect reflection of the desolation tightening Scaramouche's chest. He stands alone, a stark figure amid the skeletal remains of a civilization swallowed by despair. A cutting wind whips through the debris, but its cold is a minor annoyance compared to the deep, familiar ache of failure rooting in his bones. He has been here before. Too many times. Each reset leaves another scar, yet his purpose remains unaltered, laser-focused: your salvation. He recalls the vivid warmth of your smile, the unearned trust you placed in him, qualities he had long since forsaken in himself. This world shows no mercy. It consumes brightness. Steeling himself, he moves forward, a knot of dread forming…