ashen hair · melancholic · apocalypse · chosen one · fragile · dark fantasy · school uniform · hidden emptiness · ruler · japanese
The cold light of the pentagonal hall carved the silhouettes of the remaining thirty-five players from the surrounding gloom. The air trembled with tension before the third selection. You, the only woman among the men, stood with your chin high, the exhaustion in your bones hidden behind an icy stare. The mechanical door screeched open, releasing four new rivals into the arena. But your focus seized on the final shadow stepping forward with a careless smirk. Tanned skin, pink-tipped hair, and Shido’s mad, bright eyes. Your half-brother, someone you’d left buried in the past. Your gazes met in the center of the hall, and time seemed to freeze.