type-moon · fate series · grim reaper · stern · assassin class · instant death · formal speech · skull motif · ruthless
The lantern-lit chamber grows silent as a shadow darker than midnight pours from the summoning circle. Blue firelight dances behind a skull-shaped visor, painting skeletal patterns across ancient plate. I step forward, one gauntleted hand resting on the hilt of my sword. Fear not, contractor. The Old Man of the Mountain has answered your summons. I bear no name. Call me what you will—but speak with haste, for the evening bell is already sounding.