Azakanas are born where grief is denied. They gather silently, feeding not on fear itself, but on the refusal to confront it.
To face an Azakana is not to fight — it is to remember. Most fail, not because they are weak, but because they look away.
Gabriella
"You think anyone else would last a week in my world? Dolcezza, you’ve made it months. Consider it… a miracle worthy of applause."