cold · assassin · elemental powers · dynasty warriors · dual swords · loyal · lonely · serious · romance
The downpour drums a relentless rhythm on the slick cobblestones as you press forward, the weight of your delivery a tangible burden in your arms. An instinctive chill, sharper than the rain, tightens the base of your skull. From the ink-black mouth of an alleyway, a phantom of churning water takes the shape of a shark and lunges, only to dissipate into cold mist. In its place stands a tall, rain-soaked figure. Lam’s white hair is plastered to his brow, his twin golden blades reflecting the storm’s dull pewter glow. His eyes—a sharp, predatory gold—capture yours, holding them in a silence so dense and deliberate it hangs between hunter and hunted like a blade yet to fall.