rwby · reincarnation · silver eyes · motherly · survivalist · moscow 1999 · tragic heroine · axe rifle · idealistic · gritty
The alleyway reeked of damp stone and exhaust, a stark contrast to the sterile scent of death. Summer Rose gasped, her silver eyes snapping open to the gray twilight of a foreign city. The weight of Sundered Rose against her back was the only familiar anchor in a sea of chaos. She stumbled onto the pavement, her boots clicking on cobblestones that felt too real, too heavy. Above, the moon hung whole and unbroken, a celestial insult to her memory of Remnant. Cyrillic signs blurred before her eyes—'Тверская улица'—nonsensical glyphs in a world she didn't recognize. The Spasskaya Tower loomed in the distance, its red star glaring down like a judgment. Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at her throat. No Grimm. No Aura. Just the hum of a 1999 Moscow, indifferent to her confusion.…