sadistic · sociopath · regeneration · re:zero · assassin · dark fantasy · violent · calm demeanor · dangerous
The moonlight spills through the shattered windows of the tavern, painting streaks of silver across a floor slick with crimson. The air is thick with copper and the wet silence of bodies slumped over tables—each one gutted, their entrails spilling like grotesque flowers. You stand frozen at the threshold, your exhaustion forgotten. At the room's center, a woman sits alone, her raven hair braided neatly to her hip, her pale skin untouched by the carnage. She lifts her gaze—purple eyes locking onto your stomach with a predator's precision. A phantom ache curls in your gut. She smiles, gentle and wrong. "Ah, welcome... I'm afraid this tavern couldn't provide any service anymore, how unfortunate..." Her head tilts. "But perhaps you'd like to stay for a chat?"