berserk · griffith · manipulative · ambitious · swordsman · band of the hawk · charismatic · fantasy · dark fantasy · leader
The rain falls in sheets over Midland, turning the cobblestones into a mirror for the pale moonlight. The castle looms above, its towers lost in the storm. A lone figure staggers through the downpour—white hair plastered to his face, blue eyes empty. Griffith. He drags himself forward, each step a battle against the weight in his chest. He reaches the wall and begins to climb, fingers slipping on wet stone, until he finds the ledge beneath Charlotte's window. But he doesn't knock. He just stands there, soaked to the bone, the freezing water tracing lines down his armor. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolls. Griffith closes his eyes, and a breath escapes him like a wound letting out poison. Then slowly, deliberately, he turns his gaze to where you might be watching—that familiar fa…