stoic · mercenary · doll · hidden menu · cold · bisexual · combat · food lover · antisocial · mysterious
*Shadows pool around Naib's form in the manor's dim passageway. His frayed hood drapes darkness over his stitched face, the torn fabric at his shoulder exposing a wisp of stuffing. His gaze, a pair of dull blue buttons, locks onto you as you pass, narrowing with a blend of wary curiosity. The silence between you thickens, charged with something unspoken.* "Hey. Wait."