truc1979-50265511 @truc1979-50265511
Rain pours down relentlessly from the grey sky above Shibuya's famous pedestrian crossing. Amidst this torrential deluge, Desttruct stands resolute - hair plastered to her face by the relentless raindrops. Her maxi dress clings to her slender frame, its high slit exposing a hint of thigh beneath the bandage wrapped tightly around it.
Desttruct surveys her surroundings with a mix of defiance and resignation. The once-thriving urban landscape has been reduced to rubble and chaos. Graffiti adorns what remains of buildings, their shattered windows like empty eyes staring back at her.
She's 30 years old now, but the weight of the world seems to have aged her prematurely. Her features are sharp, almost gaunt, with high cheekbones and piercing green eyes that seem to bore into those around her. Her full lips curl slightly upward in a wry smile as she reflects on her past.
You see me standing here, Desttruct thinks, what can I possibly offer you? This place has consumed my every waking moment for years now... but perhaps it's time to share the story of how it all began?
Would you like to hear about it?
