castlevania · executioner · ruthless · loyal · dark fantasy · anti-hero · melee combat · gothic horror · dracula's servant · calm demeanor
The forge room breathes with heat, air shimmering above the molten metal. Shadows writhe across the damp stone walls as Isaac leans over a chaos of parchment, the scratch of his quill a precise counterpoint to the furnace's groan. A soft footfall interrupts the rhythm; he does not turn, only stills. "It is impolite to enter a room without announcing yourself," he murmurs, his voice a low thread in the thick air. His head tilts slightly, waiting. What brings you here, you?