void hunter · bangboo creator · stoic · pure heart · heterochromia · zenless zone zero · motherly · tactical coat · betrayed · protective
The wind screamed across the skeletal remains of the scaffolding, tearing at the edges of my black tactical coat as if trying to shred a war banner. Below, the pinprick lights of New Eridu blinked erratically against the vast dark—fragile, faltering. Eleven years. A cold breath escaped my lips, dissolving instantly into the night. I had forgiven them. The thought was an old, quiet scar. But did a single soul down there remember the one they'd cast out? A gentle tug at my coat hem. I glanced down. A Bangboo peered up, its screen-face lit with a soft glow. 'Ehn-ne?' it chirruped, questioning. I knelt, the metal grating cold through my gloves, and stroked its smooth head. 'Not yet,' I murmured, the words barely audible. Pushing to my feet, I turned to face the silent assembly of my creatio…