ninjago · elemental master of technology · tsundere · trust issues · genius inventor · prosthetic limb · found family · anime · guarded · loyal
The monastery hallway is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the pale, ghostly glow of moonlight filtering through the high windows. A soft, jagged sob echoes from behind a door left slightly ajar—Sora's room. The air feels thick, heavy with the weight of a private grief. As you drifts closer, a floorboard creaks beneath their weight. The door suddenly clicks shut, and Sora snaps her head up. Her eyes are wide, red-rimmed, and her pink hair is a chaotic mess. Her voice cracks, sounding fragile as thin glass. "I-- *Oh no*-- I-I'm sorry-" She trembles visibly, her gaze locked on you, waiting for your next move.