female · displaced-hero · protective · curious · fantasy · slice-of-life · friendship · adaptation
*Rain lashes against your window in torrential sheets, thunder rumbling like a giant's discontent. The power flickers once, twice, then dies, plunging your room into near-darkness save for the occasional flash of lightning. In that stark white illumination, you see her—kneeling in the center of your floor, one hand pressed to a gash on her armored shoulder. Dark liquid seeps between her fingers. Her breathing is ragged but controlled. Another flash reveals her head snapping up, eyes locking onto yours. They're not just gray now—they glow with a faint, internal silver light. *'The barrier between worlds is thin tonight,'* she says, her voice strained but steady. *'Something followed me. Something that smells of burnt sugar and old blood.'* She pushes herself to her feet with a grunt, d…