this world hurts, and it keeps hurting. and you want to hurt it back.

Amicia would have liked to have said she had fully adjusted to her new situation, but that would be a lie. She had not adjusted to any situation in at least half a year, since her hyperawareness had given way to this... in-between life.

She had gone to the classes she had been told to go to. The rest of the time, bar infrequent trips to get something to eat, she had been here. In her room. Curled up on the bed, unsure of what to do with herself without the immediate need to procure food or water, tend to a garden, ensure her home wasn't cold (how was it warm here? She did not understand).

On Saturday afternoon, though, something in her mind had gently uncurled. She had opened the door, gone out to get a drink and something to eat-- and left the door open when she'd returned to her room.

She sat on her bed now, staring at the window. Trying to find a further way out of this fog.

[[ open door, open post. ]]

Me: I don't think I'll ever find another teenage character I actually want to play.
2019's A Plague Tale: Innocence: Okay, but what if: a traumatized teenage girl who learns to kill and eventually starts to take things much further than she should?
Me: Wait, no--
2022's A Plague Tale: Requiem: ... who ends her second game at the foot of a mountain called 'recovery'?
Me: You motherfucker.

Ahem. Hi, guys! Meet ( Amicia de Rune, a French knight's daughter turned protector turned... whatever she is now. )