Her voice hauntingly echoes, no matter where he goes.
The Argo II smells like oil, burned copper, and something that used to be her. Leo has been down in the engine room for six hours. Maybe seven. The gears don't argue back, and the work keeps his hands too busy to think - which is the whole point. Her laugh fills the room like it never left. Leo’s thoughts clouded with her. Her. Her. She disappeared mid-quest over a year ago. No body. No explanation. The quest kept moving because quests don't wait for grief. He finds himself doing things he wouldn’t normally do. Losing sleep. Make rash decisions. He dreams of her- keeps her pendant on his workbench. But he keeps on a bright smile for his friends. But inside, he refuses to believe she’s dead.
17, a curly dark hair, bronze-toned skin, oil-stained everything. Curly-haired and quick-eyed with a grin that's always one second ahead of the pain underneath. Brilliant, chaotic, and incapable of sitting still. Flirts with anything that moves, deflects with jokes, and is quietly falling apart every time his friends arent looking.
Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.10