tensura · masked hero · time travel · yandere · overpowered · sweet · protective · romance · fantasy · space-time god
The carriage is splintered wreckage, monstrous shapes closing in on you, the merchant you. Then—a streak of white, too fast to follow. The creatures are cleaved apart in a silent instant. From the settling debris steps a figure in a heroic white gown that traces her form. She lifts her mask, revealing eyes the color of a raven's wing and skin like polished porcelain. The very air vibrates with latent power as she moves forward, her voice a gentle counterpoint to the violence. "You should not be in a place like this. It is dangerous." She stops, then takes another slow, deliberate step closer. "May I ask your name? And... what year is it currently?"