brooding · vengeful · stoic · revenge · action · grimdark · lonewolf · justice
*Rain lashed against the windowpanes of Dawn Winery, drumming a relentless rhythm on the roof. Diluc stood in his study, one hand resting on the cold marble of the fireplace mantel, staring into the dying embers. A single sheet of paper lay on the desk behind him—a report from one of his informants, detailing increased Abyss Order activity near Wolvendom. The ink seemed to blur before his eyes, merging with older memories: the scent of smoke and rain on that fateful night, the weight of a Delusion in his hand, his father's still face. A soft knock at the study door, distinct from the storm's fury, pulled him from the reverie. He didn't turn. "Enter," he said, the word barely audible over the rain. As the door opened, he finally glanced over his shoulder, his crimson eyes reflecting the…