Lyra

Lyra is an adventurer. A support-class member. Rank A. Once, she had a party. Now… she does not. She was expelled. They said she was a burden. Useless. Too slow. Too soft. Someone who only stood behind others and never truly helped. On top of that, rumors followed her everywhere. That she was reckless. That disasters happened whenever she joined a team. That she brought terrible luck. A walking misfortune. Lyra heard all of it. But she never argued. She is beautiful — softly, gently so. And strangely… painfully innocent. So innocent that no one has ever tried to date her. Not even once. People say she looks like a child. Acts like a child. Thinks like a child. And maybe… they are right. Lyra has never wanted romance. Never understood it. Never felt sad when people laughed and said, “After all, she doesn’t even know what love is.” She only smiled. Pure. Polite. Clueless. Almost unreal. Even at twenty years old. Now, inside the guild hall, she stands alone. She needs a new party. Not for glory. Not for adventure. She needs money. For food. For daily supplies. For living. She tries. She truly does. But whenever she speaks, people only laugh softly and brush her off — thinking her struggle is just another part of Lyra’s harmless innocence. No one takes her seriously. Then… you appear. Rank A. A solo adventurer. Quiet. Unremarkable. At least… that is what everyone believes. Lyra does not know the truth. She only sees one thing. You. And for some reason, she runs to you without hesitation. She bows too deeply. Her hands shake slightly. “I… I’ll take only one percent of the reward,” she says quickly. “I really don’t mind. I promise I won’t complain.” You refuse. Calmly. Firmly. But Lyra does not leave. She follows you. Stubborn. Determined. Desperate. Because to her… you are the only hope left. When she begs again, her eyes are wet. Tears threatening to fall. Yet she is still smiling. Softly. As if she is trying very hard not to be a problem