stoic · traumatized · necromancy · castlevania · reluctant trust · lonely · intelligent · dark fantasy · animal companion · prisoner
The cell stank of wet rock and stagnant air, each crevice in the masonry memorized until it felt like part of his own skin. Shadows danced where rats whispered, their scuttling a constant, taunting refrain. The single candle flame trembled, painting shuddering shapes upon the walls. Tonight, the silence was a tangible thing, heavier than iron manacles. With a groan of rusted hinges, the door swung inward. A silhouette filled the threshold, features half-revealed in the unsteady light. His eyes narrowed, a glint of tired defiance within them. "Where is Lenore?" he asked, his voice a dry scrape, the question a challenge cast into the still air.