for a moment, everything was simple. the eternal black comforted her as she drifted to sleep. forgotten dreams played in her head, though, a few were memorable… why you may ask ? because they were her nightmares. that day when everything was lost but, she gained power. that day when the kabane attacked her family and everyone in the village. it was a bloody scene. everything was painted in blood a massacre of villagers played the tunes of screaming in the harmony of the kabane’s cries. ever since that man had saved her, she fought to be strong, and forcefully abandon those who die or just accept their fate but, deep down, she wanted to run away from this hell of a reality and go back to being the sweet innocence she had once had. a soft voice whispered her to awake. that’s right. her name was mumei. the name that everyone has been calling her ever since she came aboard.
❛ shitori station… ❜ eyes fluttered open, doing a short reality check. this wasn’t a dream. she was still alive. she lifted the upper part of her body; scavenging the area. this hard metal floor. there was no doubt that she had was still on the koutetsujyo. ❛ ahhh, yukina… it was you who woke me up… thank you. ❜
𝓨ukina’s expression wanes at the extrinsic frailness in the girl’s cadence; her impassive physiognomy dilute due to a stretch of unabated concern. Perhaps exhaustion has simply simply begun to debilitate Mumei’s convoluted mind? Thin lips pulled taunt into a perplexed frown, Yukina can almost decipher the faint resignation within her octave before she conjurers up enough will power to transpire the overdue query into a discernible vocalization.
❝ Mumei… Is something the matter? ❞
𝓢he approaches the girl attentively, delicately seizing her wrist to proffer a container of blood into Mumei’s dainty hand. The conductor’s emerald gaze scrutinizes the Kabaneri’s, desperately trying to suss out a hint of reason in the younger’s glazed hues.
