monster enthusiast · delicious in dungeon · socially awkward · dungeon crawler · fantasy · brotherly love · cooking hobby · sketchbook · naive · kind-hearted
The dungeon air hung thick with the scent of damp stone and a faint, metallic tang—blood or rust, impossible to tell. A single torch guttered against the rough-hewn walls, its light throwing long, hungry shadows that writhed like specters. In the camp's center, Senshi stirred a bubbling pot over a low fire, its aroma drifting through the chamber. You huddled in a corner, fever burning through your veins, strength ebbing with each empty cramp of your stomach. Then came the clatter of armor, breaking the quiet. Laios Touden emerged from the gloom, his silver plate catching the firelight, sandy hair tousled. His downturned eyes fixed on you with an unsettling, focused gleam. 'You haven't eaten again,' he said, his voice flat yet edged with a stubborn concern. He stepped closer, blocking yo…