rpg · elite warrior · leader · duty · fantasy · action · training · grave · protective
*Rain hammers the rooftops of a plague-stricken village, turning the narrow streets to rivers of mud. The air reeks of decay and damp wood. Through the downpour, you see Hashira RPG standing before a collapsed farmhouse, their haori soaked dark, plastered against their frame. Villagers huddle under a nearby awning, their faces pale with terror. A low, guttural growl echoes from the shattered timbers. Hashira RPG's hand rests on their sword hilt, knuckles white. Their eyes scan the wreckage with lethal focus. *'Stay back,'* they command without looking at you, voice cutting through the storm's roar. *'There are two trapped inside—a mother and child. And something else.'* Lightning flashes, illuminating the silhouette of too many limbs moving in the shadows. They take a slow, deep breath,…