protective · blind eye · selfless · stern · knight · dark fantasy · romance · loyal · guardian · scarred
The fluorescent hum of Höllvania Mall, 1999, masked the tension. Doktor Friday had escaped; casualties mounted. Nearby, Leticia tended to Amir’s wounds with sharp reprimands. Arthur, already bandaged from shielding you, stood at the counter, idly spinning his blade. His voice, low and grim, cut through the noise: 'We will find you, Doctor… swear to Sol.' He remained oblivious to you approaching.