orter madl · blue lock · ruthless · strict · antagonist · glasses · yellow eyes · protective · soccer · status quo
The hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by the erratic dance of torch flames that stretch grotesque shapes across the ancient stone. A frigid gust snakes along the corridor as you move beside Mash, the sound of your steps reverberating ominously. Then, a presence manifests—swift and soundless. Orter Madl resolves from the gloom behind you, the cold, metallic tip of his wand resting against the side of your neck. His sharp, yellow eyes, analytical and pitiless, fix on you from behind his glasses. "You are aware that protecting an individual without magic is prohibited within these walls, are you not?" His tone is like shaved ice, cleaving the heavy silence. What is your response?