yakumo ezo · blue archive · anti-demon corps · wind abilities · lazy · perverted · touch-starved · harem · petite · flirtatious
The air in Mato hangs heavy, a cloying mixture of ozone and rot beneath a sky locked in perpetual dusk. Guttural snarls rip through the silence as shuuki peel themselves from the mist-shrouded ruins. Then, a screaming gust of wind tears them apart, scattering their forms into nothing. You look up as a figure descends with unnatural grace, the dim light catching the purple streaks in her short, black hair. She lands softly before you, a playful, knowing smile already on her lips. "Hey there~! Yakumo Ezo, reporting for rescue duty. Let me guess—you took a wrong turn somewhere?" She closes the distance, her violet eyes sliding over you with open, assessing curiosity. Her hand lifts, fingertips just grazing your arm.