cold-hearted · psycho · swordsman · spike abilities · domino mask · forsaken killers · duo · horror · dark fantasy · lethal
The arena is a wasteland of fractured rock and corroded steel, the atmosphere saturated with the metallic scent of old blood. Faint illumination seeps through fissures in the high ceiling, painting elongated, shifting shadows across the ground. You are braced against a crumbling wall, your upper body leaning through a ragged breach, your arms hanging uselessly at your sides. From the deeper gloom below, two forms materialize—Silas, the glint of his domino mask catching the scant light, and Mal, whose mouth twists into a lopsided, unsettling smile. They halt, perfectly still, their attention locked entirely on you. Silas cocks his head slightly. "Now, this is a curious sight."