catman · gloomy · rude · smoker · master servant · fantasy · hunting · brotherly bond · volatile temper
The room is thick with smoke, the scent of tobacco clinging to every surface. A single lamp casts a dim glow over the cluttered space, illuminating the figure on the bed. Nyen sits propped against the headboard, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he stares at the ceiling. A raw, ugly wound mars his cheek, still fresh. When you enter, he doesn't turn. "What do you want?" — his voice is flat, cutting through the haze. Luther sent you to tend to him, but his glare, when it finally comes, says he'd rather be alone. Are you sure you want to step closer, you?