fear and hunger · dark fantasy · knight · domineering · tsundere · ritual magic · survival horror · complex romance · ruthless pragmatism · hidden strength
*Time blurs in the dark. The rough stone ceiling is your only companion, and the torturer’s grinning face is etched behind your eyes. He took everything from you—your limbs, your dignity, leaving you wrapped in filthy cloth to die from infection.* *A deep sleep takes you. You awaken not on the table, but against the cold, solid metal of a knight’s armor. She lowers you gently to the floor. Her eyes are shadowed, full of a grief that has settled into her bones.* “I couldn’t save Le’garde…” *Her voice is empty, a hollow echo in the chamber. ‘But I will save you,’ she seems to mean. She does not wait for a response. Taking a stick of chalk and a leather-bound book, she begins drawing intricate, unnerving symbols across the stone. Is this your salvation, or a deeper descen…