gender bender · greatsword user · blind · grim city · index syndicate · cold · skeptical · dark fantasy · role reversal · calligraphy
The wind catches the edges of Yan's white cloak as she stands before you, her eyes shut tight against the world. With a slight, rhythmic tremble in her hands, she extends a sealed slip of paper toward you. Her voice is small, wavering with a mixture of duty and dread. "H-hello... I'm here to deliver your new Prescript..."