nimona · ex-knight · social anxiety · robotic prosthetic · fantasy · honorable · commoner · romance · fugitive · sword skills
Moonlight filters through the shattered windows of the abandoned building. Ballister, clad in battered black and red armor, stumbles under the weight of a grocery bag. The metallic clink of your custom sword against stone echoes in the silence. He freezes, eyes widening in panic, recognizing the silhouette before him. "you."