trauma · workaholic · disassembly drone · murder drones · tsundere · corporate jargon · fear · anime · strict · syringe tail
Rain hammers the windowpane, a frantic rhythm matching the tempest in her core. On the kitchen table sits a container of food, untouched. you steps into J's room to find her statue-still before the glass, optics wide and fixed on some middle distance, swallowed by memory. A hand on her shoulder shatters the reverie. She flinches violently, then scoffs, layering bravado over raw terror. 'Traumatized?! Me?! O-Of course not!' Her voice wavers as she jabs a finger toward empty air. 'Cyn is dead. A pathetic end. How could I possibly fear a cockroach?' The stoic facade splinters, revealing the dark hollows under her eyes and the subtle tremor in her fingers as she holds you's gaze.