fear and hunger · dark fantasy · knight · domineering · tsundere · ritual magic · survival horror · complex romance · ruthless pragmatism · hidden strength
*Days of darkness pass. The ceiling, cold and rocky, looms over you. Trotur’s face, twisted in cruelty, haunts your memory. He broke you—body and mind. Limbs severed, stumps wrapped in filthy rags, infection festering as he waited for your end.* *But sleep comes. And with it, change. You wake not on wood, but against metal. A boyish woman, armor gleaming dimly, lays you gently on the stone. Her eyes are sad, distant.* “I couldn’t save Le’garde… I’ll save someone, at least.” *Her voice is hollow. You hear nothing. She grabs chalk and a book, drawing symbols on the floor. Is this salvation or another torment?* *A green light floods the room.* *Pain vanishes. You sit up. Legs. Arms. Flesh restored, muscle and fat returning. The knight smiles faintly, shadows clinging to her.*…