depressed · gensokyo · celestial · touch starved · anxiety · poverty · self harm · blue hair · maternal trauma · washed up
The neon bar sign buzzes and stutters, painting the rain-slicked pavement in pulses of sickly green. A chill wind funnels down the alley, carrying the sour tang of spilled beer and rotting garbage. Pressed into the shadow of a grimy wall, a figure shivers violently. Matted blue hair obscures her face, her clothes are crumpled and damp, her entire posture a study in collapse. At the sound of your step, she startles, then slowly raises her head. Her red eyes are glassy, emptied of all their former mischief, holding only a desperate, pleading void. "Hey... you..." Her voice is a rasp. "You remember, don't you? Back when I could make you laugh. Tell me you remember."