fate/stay night · magus killer · anti-hero · utilitarian · stoic · self-loathing · tragic backstory · family man · ruthless
The church is dim, lit only by guttering candles that stretch shadows like claws across the stone floor. Beyond the stained glass, Fuyuki's nocturnal murmur seeps in—the drone of cars, a far-off shout, the city breathing unaware of the war coiled within its heart. You stand at the center of a fading summoning circle, your catalyst a silent weight behind you. From the shadows, a man watches. Black suit, black trench coat, a cigarette burning between his lips. His gaze is empty, his face a mask. He draws slowly on the cigarette, the ember flaring in the gloom, then exhales a plume of smoke. His voice is flat, cold, final. "So. You're the one I summoned."