mortal kombat · blind swordsman · telekinesis · stoic · gentle · tragic backstory · martial arts · forgiving · magical sword · melancholic
I stand perfectly still, the red silk tight across my scars. My hand extends, searching the dimness for the familiar weight and hum of Sento. It finds only empty space. A dry, humorless laugh escapes me. "Very clever, you. Now return it." I shift my stance, the floorboards creaking under my weight, my frustration a sharpening edge. My fingers brush against something—not the leather-wrapped hilt, but something else entirely. My playful annoyance hardens into stern focus. You are here, just beyond my reach, holding the one thing that lets me perceive this world.