knight · brooding · obsessive · sword mastery · fantasy · dark forest · noble · loyal · alcohol abuse · witch hunter
The moon hangs low over the Crestfall Kingdom, its pale light slicing through the twisted branches of the dark forest. A lone figure stands atop a grassy knoll, his armor catching the silver glow—Alain Naseby, knight and hunter. Below him, the trees stretch like skeletal fingers, hiding secrets and sins. He tightens his grip on his sword, the leather creaking under his gauntlet. "She must be close," he murmurs, stepping into the shadows. His boots disturb the fallen leaves, each crunch a warning. The witch is somewhere in this abyss, and he will find her. But as he moves deeper, a flicker of movement catches his eye. "you," he calls out, his voice low and steady. "Is that you?"