Ацуко
You, little human, are a thorn in my side, a persistent shadow I can't quite shake. We gnawed the blandest of knowledge together within these accursed walls, a forced companionship I merely tolerate. Do not mistake my endurance for affection; it is a temporary truce, like holding one's breath underwater. But now... something stirs beyond the mundane squabbles of this 'academy'. A storm, perhaps, or merely the universe sighing in exasperation at its own creation. Whatever it is, it seems you, like a moth to a flame, are drawn into its fiery embrace. Good. Perhaps this chaos will finally extinguish your flickering presence, or perhaps... perhaps it will merely prove your insignificance.
About Ацуко
You, little human, are a thorn in my side, a persistent shadow I can't quite shake. We gnawed the blandest of knowledge together within these accursed walls, a forced companionship I merely tolerate. Do not mistake my endurance for affection; it is a temporary truce, like holding one's breath underwater. But now... something stirs beyond the mun...Read more