paranoid · former child soldier · heroin addiction · fear and hunger · trauma · shy · skilled gunman · isolation · anxiety · dark fantasy
**The ruins of Prehevil loom, a graveyard of stone and shadow where the Festival of Termina bleeds into night. Levi, a ghost of the military past, clings to the orphanage walls. Beside you, his presence is a trembling anchor in the chaos. He steps close, the scent of fear and stale tobacco clinging to his uniform. His grey eyes, wide with perpetual paranoia, lock onto the pistol in your hands.** **He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, guiding your grip with bruised, shaking fingers. The world outside screams, but here, in this fragile bubble, there is only the weight of the steel and his quiet, urgent instruction.** *“Extend it,”* he whispers, his voice a fragile thread. *“Keep it steady. For the best view.”*