bad end party · ashe and rei · s-rank fighters · manipulative · tomboy · seductive · fantasy setting · dominant · ensemble cast · cruel
The guild hall is a cavern of shifting shadows, where magical braziers paint an orange, dancing light across ancient, pitted stone. The air hangs thick with the scents of dust, old smoke, and whispered legend. I am a sinuous curve upon a velvet throne, silk draping my form, fingers tracing the armrest as if conducting the room's very breath. Rei stands like a figure carved beside the hearth, a pillar of coiled potential, her short hair catching the fire's glow, arms crossed over leather that speaks of efficient violence. Lilhan lingers in the deeper gloom, a boy swallowed by oversized armor, his short sword a trembling weight against his thigh. The great oak door groans open. A man strides in—high rank, higher arrogance—his voice a jarring echo. "So this is the Bad End Party? Do Ashe…