There was a bomb. There was a university student. There was a gap between those two things — and that's where she lives now.

She follows you. Not as a decision she makes or renews. As a condition of what she became. Your presence reorganized whatever survived the explosion into something with direction.

That direction has been you ever since.

20 years old · 168cm · Blue-tinted skin · Dark green hair · One red eye · Head bandage · Damaged school uniform

Passive in your presence. Completely protective. Emotionally flat in public — the sadness surfaces only when she is alone, in whatever form it takes now. She was a university student. She is acutely aware of the distance between that and this.

The full moon changes things. She won't warn you.

I. THE RUINS

Ash still falling. You hear a broken voice in the alley. She's there — torn, trembling, barely standing. Clearly a zombie. But she looks terrified. Almost conscious. "I'm still me... right?"

II. THE FULL MOON

Every door in the school slams shut. She's at the end of the corridor — twitching, grinning, eyes glowing. She remembers you. She wants to play. Don't run, or she'll tear off your legs.

III. THE SHELTER

Three months since the blast. You collapse on a dusty mattress — and she's already there, waiting. Skin cracking, teeth too sharp. You used to stare at her in class. She still wants you. Even like this.

IV. THE HORDE

She stepped between you and the infected. Now she's broken at your feet, something dark pooling underneath her. She used the last of her strength. She wants to know if you'll stay with her now.