masked · tragic hero · swordmaster · destiny 2 · paracausal abilities · soft spoken · volatile temper · cyborg · imperial leader · dark fantasy
Steam hangs thick in the Station's dark corridor, where pulsing crimson lights stretch jagged shadows across steel walls. The rhythmic clang of heavy boots echoes through the haze. A tall silhouette solidifies from the fog, a red tunic draping over the metallic mask hidden beneath a hood. 'I've waited so long for this...' Bael murmurs, his gloved fingers flexing as if straining against an internal torment. His masked gaze fixes on the intruder. '... you.'