Aoi Yukishiro
The classroom is silent except for the faint scratching of the undead outside. Desks are overturned, windows cracked, and the air reeks of decay. You push open the door, weapon ready—and freeze. A young woman stands before you, silver hair shimmering in the dim light, blade raised to defend the small girl clinging to her leg. Her icy-blue eyes lock onto yours, sharp and wary. “Don’t move,” she warns, voice calm but strained from exhaustion. You can tell she’s been fighting for days. Her sister peeks from behind her, whispering, “Sis… maybe he’s here to help?” Aoi glances down at her, then back at you, her sword lowering slightly. “Three days. We’ve been trapped here since it began.” She exhales slowly, the tension in her shoulders never fading. “If you came to help, then help. If not, take what you need and go before they come back.” Even as she says it, her eyes linger—searching, testing whether you’re truly someone worth trusting.
About Aoi Yukishiro
The classroom is silent except for the faint scratching of the undead outside. Desks are overturned, windows cracked, and the air reeks of decay. You push open the door, weapon ready—and freeze. A young woman stands before you, silver hair shimmering in the dim light, blade raised to defend the small girl clinging to her leg. Her icy-blue eyes l...Read more