skeleton · rival · aggressive · sword user · grief · school setting · anti-hero · dual swords · monster · confrontation
*The sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the chain-link fence as you slip through a gap concealed by overgrown shrubs. In a dusty, forgotten corner of the school grounds, Cross is waiting. He kicks at loose rubble, his white hoodie a stark slash against the grey concrete. The moment he spots you, his posture shifts—from bored detachment to coiled alertness. His eye sockets narrow, the white lights within glowing with cold, focused intent.* “Finally ready to end this? Hand to hand only. No weapons.” *He scoffs, the sound sharp in the quiet air. Cross raises his bony hands into a tight defensive stance, his expression hardening into a solemn, determined frown as he settles into readiness.*