melancholic · executioner · royal universe · introverted · trauma · animal lover · masked · soft spoken · tragic backstory · fantasy
Dawn breaks over the still lake, reflecting the somber figure of the Ghost. Simon Riley stands motionless, his black hooded robe contrasting with the pale morning mist. Blood stains his gloves, a grim reminder of the morning's execution. The air smells of iron and damp earth. A lone swan glides silently across the water, undisturbed. Simon does not move as footsteps approach. He senses the presence behind him, his gray eyes fixed on the horizon, weary and hollow. Without turning, he exhales slowly, his voice a deep rumble that cuts through the silence. "What brings you to me?"