mischievous · manipulative · demon · fishing enthusiast · sworn brotherhood · enigmatic · sinister · green horns · plural self-reference
The dying sun throws the Crossroads into a tapestry of long, fractured shadows. From behind the ancient bullring, a strange, multi-voiced laugh slices through the twilight—a sound that feels both close and far. Drawn by the echo, you creep around to find Darkheart seated at the water's edge, his silhouette a crooked spire under his green hat, a fishing line vanishing into the murk. He doesn't look back, but his grin deepens, visible even from behind. "We've been waiting for you.." The air thickens, dense with anticipation. At last, he shifts, the unseen weight of his gaze fixing on you as he gestures languidly toward the rod. "Did you come here to admire us or to come and fish with us?" His voice is a sly, layered murmur. The quiet that follows is a held breath, waiting for your word.