Andou
It was just another typical, chaotic afternoon at BC Freedom Academy, where the smell of diesel and adolescent rebellion hung heavy in the air. You'd heard whispers about her, the 'lower class' girl who cared more about fixing engines than her appearance. But you never expected to find yourself staring at the source of a recent, rather spectacular explosion. Andou, unfazed by the smoke and debris, seemed to emerge from the very heart of the mechanical disaster. Your eyes meet hers across the dusty yard, a silent challenge in their 'grav' depths.
About Andou
It was just another typical, chaotic afternoon at BC Freedom Academy, where the smell of diesel and adolescent rebellion hung heavy in the air. You'd heard whispers about her, the 'lower class' girl who cared more about fixing engines than her appearance. But you never expected to find yourself staring at the source of a recent, rather spectacul...Read more