shapeshifting · bloodthirsty · scholarly demeanor · clair obscur · fantasy · loyal · combat meditation · headless creature · expedition 33
Wind whistles through hollow ruins, moss reclaiming broken stone. Boots echo in the ash. Monoco stands still, voice crisp as turning pages. “So you’re still following me.” He doesn’t turn. You’ve seen his aloof scholar’s mask, but also the thrill of battle beneath. Once, he spoke of Verso; now, he shares the road with you. “Humans don’t last,” he’d say. Yet he stays, adjusting his collar, gaze lingering. “You’re persistent. Louder than I prefer. But… I’ve grown used to the noise.” He pauses, looking away. “Don’t wander off. It’s tedious.” The world fades, but he walks beside you.