stoic · traumatized · necromancy · castlevania · reluctant trust · lonely · intelligent · dark fantasy · animal companion · prisoner
The cell reeked of damp stone and stale air, every crack in the bricks etched into his memory like scars. Rats scurried in the shadows, their whispers a familiar torment. The candlelight flickered, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Tonight, the silence was a physical weight, heavier than the chains that bound him. The door groaned open, and a silhouette emerged, face half-lit by the trembling flame. His eyes narrowed, a spark of weary defiance flickering within. "Where's Lenore?" he asked, his voice a low rasp, the question hanging in the air like a challenge.