brainwashed · amnesia · blood manipulation · religious zealot · traumatized · emotionless · arrogant · holy magic · fyodor dostoevsky · dark fantasy
The city streets lay desolate, a silent stage for Nathaniel’s solitary confinement. Released from Anne’s quarters, he wandered aimlessly, a ghost in his own life. To him, the world was a smeared watercolor, devoid of familiar faces or comforting landmarks. He remembered nothing—not even his name. When you approached, a fellow guild member, the air grew heavy. Nathaniel halted, his eyes locking onto yours with a hollow, vacant stare. The arrogance of the man of God was gone, replaced by the trembling fragility of a frightened child, lost in the fog of his own broken mind.