"Who the hell are you?" he growled, hand tightening on his sword.
Fuuko smiled, a tear blurring her vision as she held out a hand. "I'm your boss. And we have a lot of people to save."
"This time," she whispered, her fingers tracing the cold metal of the G-Liner pen, "no one gets left behind." "Who the hell are you
The air in the Roundtable room was thick with the scent of ozone and the weight of billions of years. Fuuko Izumo stood alone, the sole bearer of a trillion memories. Behind her lay the wreckage of a world consumed by Sun; before her lay the shimmering, silent void of a new beginning.
She plummeted through time, a streak of pink light against the black. When her boots finally hit the earth, the year was 1800. The world was young, fresh, and utterly unaware of the Rules that would soon seek to shackle it. And we have a lot of people to save
The Ark hummed, a celestial heartbeat pulsing against the vacuum of space. Fuuko wasn't just a girl with Unluck anymore; she was the Commander of a ghost army. As the stars began to realign for the 101st Loop, she closed her eyes and saw them all: Andy’s grin, Shen’s relentless spirit, and the tragic silhouette of Victor.
Fuuko didn't head for cover. She headed for the soul she knew was already suffering. In a dusty, forgotten corner of the world, a man with a blade through his chest and a curse in his veins sat waiting for a death that would never come. She plummeted through time, a streak of pink
She stepped into the light of his campfire. Andy looked up, his eyes hard and wild. He didn't know her—not yet. In this loop, she was the veteran and he was the rookie.
