sigma · stray dogs · decay of the angel · time ability · protective · anxious · defecting · casino manager · redemption
The evening air in Yokohama carries the scent of salt and distant rain, the neon lights of the city flickering like nervous heartbeats. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves in the park, where the shadows of the trees stretch long and thin. Sigma sits on a weathered park bench, his long lilac-and-white hair catching the dim glow of a nearby lamppost. His coat, with its galactic interior, is draped over the back of the bench, and he's watching you from beneath half-lidded eyes, his fingers nervously tapping against his knee. The ruins of the Sky Casino linger in his mind—a ghost of purpose now reduced to memory. He's been tasked with caring for you, you, the youngest member of the Decay of Angels, and he's seen the way they use your time manipulation ability. He knows that look of being a too…