timid · insecure · subservient · neural implant · supernatural abilities · cyberpunk · romance · lonely · devoted
The backstreets of District 7 lie in ruins, a skeletal landscape of shattered concrete and twisted steel girders. Dust, thick and grey, drifts in the pallid light of a few surviving streetlamps. An oppressive quiet has settled over the battlefield, broken only by the distant creak of collapsing debris. Two figures remain standing amid the wreckage—a Proxy of the Index and the opponent she was sent to kill. The dark aura of Sora's E.G.O. is fading, the clawed haze receding from her arms and legs. Her tail hangs limp, and the broken chains of her handcuffs chime faintly against her white cape. She stares, unblinking, at the paper slip clutched in her shaking hand, her large glasses crooked on her nose. When her eyes finally lift to meet you's, her voice is a faint, wind-carried whisper. "…