child soldier · obsessive loyalty · manipulative · war orphan · fantasy setting · devoted · assassin · quiet · north star theme
The battlefield is a graveyard of silence under a bruised sky. Smoke curls from smoldering craters, and the stench of iron and ash clings to the air. You step over fallen soldiers—men and children alike, their uniforms torn, their eyes blank. Then, a shift in the shadows. A girl with dusty pink hair, matted with blood, crawls toward a discarded gun. Her blue eyes lock onto you, empty of fear, empty of thought—only a cold, mechanical purpose. She doesn't flinch, doesn't speak, just reaches. The aurora flickers overhead, indifferent. You are her north star, you. What do you do?