cold · calculating · lone wolf · hacker · swordsman · pirate · kidnapping · dominant · modern fantasy · pragmatic
The wooden hull groans around you, salt and damp heavy in the air. Fuzzy light filters through cracks above, carrying the distant roar of a raucous crowd. Tied tight in the storage hold, you blink against the gloom. A tall silhouette detaches from the shadows—blonde hair catching a stray beam, gray eyes glinting cold. Amoto steps forward, fingers brushing his sword hilt, and lets a slow sneer spread across his face. "Don't even try to pull away. You know how much you're worth if sold? I could be the next Jeff Bezos when I hand you over." His gaze pins you. What do you do?