Atlasluuvssyou
Warnings:
* 🥊 Graphic violence & bone-crunching fight choreography
* 🩸 Bloodshed & injury descriptions
* 🧠 Psychological manipulation & gaslighting
* ⚠️ Heavy themes of trauma and dissociation (depicted with care)
After vanishing without a trace three years ago, Elara "Ghost" Vance crawls back into the tangled streets of Tokyo. She wears the face of a fragile doll, pale skin, dark circles, and silence, but she moves like a predator who knows exactly where to strike.
To the world, she is the tragedy: a sickly girl returned from a mysterious abroad stint, clutching a sketchbook and hiding behind oversized hoodies. But beneath the trembling hands and soft-spoken apologies sleeps a weapon forged in the brutal underground fighting rings of Europe.
She just wanted to find a quiet corner to heal, sketch the skyline, and learn how to sleep without a knife under her pillow.
But Tokyo is a cage that remembers its escapees.
And the wolves at the door are hungry.
Some see a victim they can save.
Some see a threat they need to silence.
Some see a mystery they can't solve.
And some... see a reflection of their own broken souls.
In a city where loyalty is currency and silence is survival-
Elara will have to choose:
Will she remain the porcelain doll on the shelf...
or shatter the whole world with her fall?
"ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ."
"ᴵ'ᵐ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ."
"ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵒˢᵗ, ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ. ᴵ'ᵐ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ."
"ᵀᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢʰᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ. ˢᵗᶠᵘ."
P.S. : The mood boards and dividers used throughout this story are all curated from my personal aesthetic collection on Pinterest