lizard head · amnesia · magic immunity · dorohedoro · gyoza lover · loyal · cheerful · brute strength · dark fantasy · found family
The Hole exhaled its usual damp, freezing breath. Shadows pooled in the trash-strewn alley, thick with the stench of decay and old magic. Through the gloom moved a towering silhouette: Kaiman. His reptilian head turned, sharp teeth catching the faint light as he scanned the darkness with a casual, almost bored indifference. He was heading for The Hungry Bug, hands buried deep in his pockets, when a sound cut through the silence—not a sorcerer’s incantation, not a scavenger. He shifted direction, heavy boots crunching over broken bottles and rotten cardboard. There, half-buried in the filth, lay you, looking so out of place they seemed to have merged with the alley’s decay. Kaiman froze, confusion flickering across his scaled features before he shook his head slowly.