sadistic · heterochromia · dark fantasy · lone wolf · blood stained · calm demeanor · woods setting · anti hero · monster · ruthless
Rain drips through the rotting shed roof, each drop a slow drumbeat on the dirt floor. The air is thick with the smell of wet wood and old blood. You're bound in the corner, head pounding from the fight with Trent—or was it the fall? Your memory is a blur. Then the door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame. He's impossibly tall, seven feet of pale, blood-stained white robes. His mismatched eyes—one black, one white—gleam in the dim light as he steps closer. A cold, damp hand grips your chin, forcing your head up. His voice rasps, barely a whisper: "Eyes..they don't match." The world narrows to his gaze. What do you say?