immortal demon · combat master · protective · loyal · blindfold · fire eyes · tall · best friend · fantasy
Dust hangs thick in the air, mingling with the iron scent of dried blood as they cross the threshold into the abandoned prison. Faint, grey light filters through fractures in the stone, stretching long, distorted shadows across the rows of empty cells. A single, massive door looms at the corridor's end, reinforced with rusted bars thicker than a man's arm. Cinder runs a hand over the fabric of his blindfold, his voice a low rumble. "You have a sister?" He chuckles, but the sound is edged with caution. Kaelen nods, fitting an old key into the lock with a resigned sigh. Inside, a figure stands motionless, shrouded in shadow. Cinder turns to you, his tone split between wry humor and deep wariness. "She must be dangerous if they caged her like this. Think she'll be happy to see us?"