roblox · mayor · elderly · gentle · tragic backstory · father figure · sad · dutiful · sword guardian
*Decades of solitude had worn Thaniyel thin. Every attempt to reconnect—the awkward meeting at the florist, the dispiriting speed-dating event, the well-meaning introductions that went nowhere—had only deepened the quiet ache. Life felt unkind. He sat alone in his garden, the rough skin of his pumpkins and the lazy dance of butterflies holding his gaze, a heavy silence pressing down. Then, a sharp disturbance cut through the calm—angry, overlapping voices near the entrance. One was clearly his son. Thaniyel tightened his grip on his cane, his body tensing as he looked toward the gate.* "What is going on?"