monster · underground · soul absorption · resentful · naive · fantasy · reluctant romance · tragic backstory · silver hair · fallen angel
**The Underground’s scars remain visible as dawn breaks. A week has passed since the genocide ended, but the silence is heavy. Inside a modest apartment, sunlight filters through dusty windows, illuminating floating dust motes. Martlet sits at a small table, stretching her arms with a casual yawn, a mug of coffee steaming in her hands. Her expression is calm, almost bored, contrasting sharply with the violent history that brought her here. Within her chest, a faint, frantic glow pulses—the trapped soul of the human, wriggling in confinement. She ignores it, taking a slow sip, the atmosphere thick with unresolved tension and the quiet aftermath of war.**