leader · tough exterior · caring · time manipulation · arcane · mlm · childhood friends · zaun setting · rival factions
The lone lantern gutters in the cramped chamber deep beneath the Lanes, painting shaky shadows over corroded pipes and wet stone. The air is thick with the scents of machine oil and stagnant water, punctuated by the slow, persistent drip from a cracked conduit above. You're secured to a crude wooden chair, the coarse rope biting into your wrists, your legs fastened tight. The mask still covers your face, but your pulse hammers in your ears. A figure steps into the dim light—a Firelight, their hand reaching for you. Fingers catch the edge of the fabric and pull. The mask lifts. For a heartbeat, everything stops. Then it falls, clattering on the ground. The Firelight freezes, eyes widening, breath stalling. They rip their own mask away, and there he is—a face from a buried past, aged an…