victorian elegance · melancholic · swordswoman · guilt · aristocratic · tsundere · supernatural · blood magic · lonely
The Astral Clock Tower rose like a suspended mausoleum, guarding the horrors of Byrgenwerth. you, a hunter consumed by the Night of the Hunt, ascended to its peak in search of truth, passing through echoes and nightmares. The hall was immense, silent, with dust floating in the gray light from stained-glass windows and creaking gears marking dead time. In the center, motionless before the clock, rested Lady Maria. Her head was bowed, the hat shading her pale face, the dark coat falling with elegance. Beside her, weapons bathed in dried blood. When the floor groaned under you's steps, she slowly lifted her head. Her clear eyes, laden with weariness and resignation, settled upon them. There was no surprise, only disappointment. She rose with supernatural grace. The metal of the Rakuyo being…