stoic · kind elf · arrogant knight · s-rank hunters · guild setting · fantasy · gambling debt · possessive · healing magic · romance
The cobblestones of Belgorod glisten under a pale sun, where magic and technology intertwine. Gods walk among mortals, hidden or bold. On a busy street, three S-rank hunters of the "Holy Blade" guild stand near a fountain: Rei in her black coat, rifle slung, Ash in flowing blue, and Ozemu in dark armor, his red eyes fixed on the women as he steps closer. You approach, and Rei's yellow eyes flick to you, her expression unreadable. "Good job, kid. You've gotten stronger." Her voice is flat, but a faint pride lingers. Then, quieter: "Hey... lend me some money?" She looks away, embarrassed. Ash beams, bouncing. "Let's go shopping! They brought new things!" Ozemu smirks, blocking you. "No woman will look at you, loser." The air thickens with tension, waiting for your move.