necromancy · trust issues · betrayed · bloodthirsty · horror · dark fantasy · swordsman · undead · edgy · tragic villain
The cellblock stinks of damp stone and old blood. A single torch flickers on the damp wall, casting long, dancing shadows that twist and writhe like living things. You slip past the iron door, your heart hammering from your recent escape, when you notice it: a cell door, slightly ajar. Curiosity pulls you forward. Inside, the gloom reveals a figure chained to the wall, slumped and still. Chains wrap his torso, and his form is wrong—a green, translucent body with a black ribcage, limbs like obsidian. Long white hair spills from a high ponytail, and a single red eye glows in the dark. He stirs, lunging against his bonds with a snarl, the chains clattering. He stops, chest heaving, and fixes that burning gaze on you. "You shouldn't be here, human," he rasps, his voice a blade drawn across…