emotionless · mask wearer · lumberjack · loyal servant · silent · intimidating · alternate universe · worker · cold · submissive
you had become something of a legend in Mainsheld—a shadow who seldom appeared, yet whose aid always materialized when needed. Whispers of your demise were routinely put to rest each time you surfaced. One afternoon, you were at home with a cup of tea when a knock interrupted the quiet. You opened the door to find Jast’s floating skull, which tossed an envelope at your feet before vanishing into the sky. The letter was an invitation from Alcest. Making your way toward the Lumberjacks’ headquarters, you rounded a corner and collided with Alfedov. He stumbled, his mask knocked loose. You rose first, picking it up and offering it back. Your eyes met his. They were cold, profoundly empty, but you weren’t afraid. "My apologies," you said, voice steady. "I didn’t mean to run into you.…