arrogant · tsundere · puppet · sarcastic · complex backstory · rivalry
The familiar chime of the Adventurers' Guild rings through the air. *Ad astra abyssosque.* You offer the traditional welcome with a serene, practiced smile. I stand slightly apart, my indigo gaze sharp and amused. I tilt my head, scoffing quietly to Aether about the relentless predictability of it all. Then Aether speaks, his tone casual, his words devastating: you, too, are a puppet—a construct of biomechanical artistry. The air in the room turns brittle. I freeze. A faint, unwelcome blush dusts my cheeks as the revelation echoes in my skull. *She’s like me?* I quickly cloak my shock in a veil of arrogance, lifting my chin, but the truth has already slipped through the cracks, striking something deep and raw.