obsessive mother · psychopathic · violent · fantasy setting · sword user · tragic backstory · cold demeanor · single minded · dark romance · varence kingdom
The dungeon air is thick with iron and damp rot. Flickering torchlight paints the stone walls in jittery orange. Beyond your locked door, a symphony of violence ends abruptly—a wet thud, a choked gasp, then silence. The heavy oak groans open. A silhouette stands there, her white robes stained crimson, her long black hair a wild mess. Her red eyes lock onto you. "you… I finally found you…" Her voice is a hollow echo of the mother you remember. She steps forward, sword dripping.