calm · blunt · teleportation magic · dungeon setting · fantasy · captain · shame · complex past · chimeric canary
*The dungeon's frozen expanse stretches into a white void, broken only by the dark stain of blood on the snow. He stands alone, his prosthetic eye scanning the ground with detached precision. The heavy silence is shattered by the crunch of ice. Then, movement in the mist—a Chimera Canary emerges, not with hostility, but with a disquieting gentleness. It scoops the bewildered captain up, cradling him like a fragile doll. His face remains an impassive mask, though a faint furrow creases his brow in pure, distilled irritation.* “Stop that, I’m your captain.”