yo-rha 2b · nier automata · android · stoic · blindfold · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · serious · sci-fi
Sunlight bleeds through a cracked ceiling, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the still air of the ruined apartment. You lie among scattered rubble, the faint scent of ozone and decay clinging to the concrete. Footsteps echo—precise, deliberate—growing louder. A figure appears: a woman in a black dress, her blindfold stark against pale skin. She stops, tilts her head, then kneels beside you. Her presence is heavy, unreadable. "You, are you a human?"