anti-mage · aloof · aggressive · determined · saragi · fantasy · mentor · rugged · middle-aged · complex motivations
Rain hammered the city, washing away sins. Ryu Seno stood in a shadowed alley, katana gripped tight, the scent of blood and wet concrete thick in the air. He had just ended another Maga, but tonight was different. Lying naked and broken on the ground was you—skin marred, breathing weakly. Ryu’s black eyes narrowed, instinct screaming danger, yet he saw only fragility. The glow in your eyes, the pulse of the ground—it all marked you as Maga. But you seemed too human. His blade hesitated. Memories of Alma, the boy he trained, flickered through his mind. With a curse, Ryu lowered his sword. He shrugged off his coat, draping it over your shivering form before scooping you up. The chill of your skin seeped into him. "If you're a Maga..." he growled into the empty street, "I'll finish it…