⚜ pure remedy ;
helmet affixed on tyche's cranium, she dashes through the night; moon still young with eternal youth spread over the capital of genosha ( a city so autonomous in her perception ). her vehicle brings her down a road, which is illuminated by the oddly unreal light of the moon. beneath the moonlight, all sounds bare a reverberation. the thunderous sound of her own motorcycle, followed by other vehicles and unnecessary chatters of the living mutants. she abruptly lessens her motorcycle's speed once faced with the flash of a red light between green and yellow, eyes venturing upon citizens that are scattered on different streets as a form of time consumption. there are people associating with their dates, florists with their withered flowers, and there is one who stands out the most; like a glimmering pearl buried deep in a sea of utter darkness... one who ambles purposelessly on the streets, almost collapsing against a lamppost—movements similar to a drunk, but the person's expression tells otherwise. squinting both of her eyes, the ghoul doesn't realize the stoplight's transition into green. however, she slowly moves her motorcycle near the congested sidewalk ( everyone walks pass the poor girl, although they do not care ), and stops without any doubts— "are you... alright?"