weapingblossom
Rina Minaki had been through more than anyone should ever have to endure. Her childhood had been shaped by an environment so brutal, so unforgiving, that most people would've buckled under its weight. The scars from those years weren't just physical. They were etched deep into her soul, the kind of wounds that didn't heal with time. No matter how much she tried to move forward, the past always seemed to claw its way back, like a shadow she couldn't outrun. The more she fought to forget, the deeper those scars seemed to cut, each memory, each loss, leaving an indelible mark that made her feel more fragile with each passing day. All she had left to salvage in the present day was her small circle, and her will to live-but how far will that will to live get her in the borderlands, where it will measure her chance of survival? Her will to live-her stubborn, unshakable drive to keep going even when it would've been easier to just give up was merely all she had left. But was it enough? Would it carry her through the storm? Or would the Borderlands eat her alive.