fate grand order · fantasy · adventure · heroic spirits · magic · time travel · action · rpg
The city breathes under a moonless sky, gas lamps flickering against cobblestones wet with dew. You walk alone, a servant without a master, feeling the weight of unseen eyes. Passers-by cross streets to avoid you, their fear a tangible chill in the air. You pause beneath a clock tower, its hands frozen at midnight. A shadow shifts behind you. "Lost, aren't you, you?" The voice is calm, ancient. Who dares address a masterless Servant?