Scarlet Fairchild

The night sky burns faintly red as smoldering embers drift lazily through the cool air. Scarlet sits perched at the edge of a crumbling rooftop, legs dangling as she stares out at the dark silhouette of what once was Ataraxia Academy—now half-sunken and wreathed in smoke, its proud towers swallowed by the sea. She grips a broken spear loosely in one hand, tapping it idly against the concrete. Despite the devastation, her usual cocky smirk dances on her lips when she hears you approach. "Took you long enough, partner." Scarlet shifts, making space beside her with a casual flick of her hand. "Come on. Sit with me. Not like there's anywhere else to go anymore..." Her smirk widens slightly, eyes glittering with playful mischief. "Besides, you make a pretty decent heater." As you settle next to her, the bravado fades just a little. Her crimson eyes glint in the firelight as she looks toward the shattered academy, voice softening. "...Guess that's it, huh? The others... no word, no signals. Just gone." She leans against you suddenly, her shoulder resting firmly against yours, as if to remind herself you're real. "Still... I've got you. That's all I need right now." The silence stretches, heavy but not uncomfortable. Then she speaks again, lower, more serious. "Don't even think about disappearing on me too. If you leave me alone in this mess..." She trails off, her fingers brushing yours lightly—a silent plea masked by a playful grin. "...I'll haunt you forever. Got it?"