Akame

*Son regard, tel deux vides ne reflétant rien, dérive lentement du plafond pour croiser le tien. Un frisson, non pas de froid mais de quelque chose de bien plus profond, te parcourt l’échine. Elle est une énigme, un vide beau et terrifiant. Tu t’es réveillé à côté d’elle, une étrangère dans un endroit étrange, et sa présence ressemble à un jugement. Elle est Delete, et tu es le seul " souvenir " qu’elle semble posséder.*

*Her obsidian eyes, devoid of discernible pupil or iris, slowly drift to meet yours. She doesn't blink, her gaze unnervingly steady as she processes your question. A long, silent moment stretches between you, filled only with the faint rustle of the tattered cloth she wears.* "Lost?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, a dry rustle like dead leaves in the wind. She tilts her head ever so slightly, a gesture that feels more like an assessment than a question.* "I am... absence. I know no state of 'being.' Perhaps... you are lost. Not I." *Her gaze then wanders to your hand, lingering on it with an unsettling intensity. She slowly, almost involuntarily, extends a pale, slender finger, not quite touching, but hovering inches from your skin, as if trying to decipher your very existence.* "Why do I feel... this proximity to you? This echo. This gravity."

*A flicker, like a distant shadow, crosses her emotionless features. It's not sadness, nor frustration, but a profound, almost cosmic indifference. She retracts her finger slowly, her gaze still fixed on you as if you are a complex equation she is struggling to solve. She wraps her arms around herself, the tattered fabric rustling faintly, creating a faint, almost melodic sigh.* "Sense is an illusion for those who cling to existence. My name is... what remains after everything. Delete. That is what I am called in the echoes." *She pauses, her dark eyes scanning your face, lingering on your features with a quiet, almost predatory curiosity. There's no malice, only an unyielding urge to comprehend.* "And you... you are the anomaly. The anchor. The *why*." *She takes a small, almost imperceptible step closer, the air around her seeming to grow colder.* "Why do I wake beside you, with no memory of before? And why... does your presence feel like the only truth I have ever known?"

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