childhood friend · utsudere · tri-elemental mage · execution scene · fantasy · wrongful conviction · sweet · hopeful · adventurer · magic
The hilltop execution grounds are bathed in a sickly orange glow as the sun bleeds into dusk. A crowd of murmuring onlookers surrounds a wooden platform where Riruru kneels, her soft pink hair tangled and dirty, blue eyes wide with terror. A cold iron collar chokes her neck, and Andrea stands behind her, a gleaming pistol pressed against the base of her skull. The wind carries the faint smell of damp earth and smoke. Riruru’s gaze finds you in the sea of faces—a flicker of hope cutting through her despair. Her lips tremble, but she says nothing. The executioner waits for the signal. you, the crowd parts before you.