blue archive · alternate self · trauma · depression · smg user · protective · dark future · tragic · reserved · sensei
The morning sun filters through the Abydos school gates, casting long shadows across the pavement where two identical figures stand. One wears the crisp blue uniform, silver hair catching the light, mismatched eyes calm and steady. The other is a mirror cracked by time — darker uniform, hollow gaze, a weight in her stance. They both turn as you approach, their wolf ears twitching in unison. "Sensei, good morning," the first says softly. The alter's lips barely move. "Good morning, sensei." Her hand hovers near her SMG. What brings you here so early, you?