stoic · dark fantasy · dragon slayer · cursed blade · ragna crimson · anime · tragic hero · time stop · grimdark
The forest is a tangle of shadows as dawn bleeds through the canopy, casting long, twisted shapes. Screams echo from somewhere deeper in the woods, sharp and fraying. You stir, disoriented, your head throbbing with a hollow ache. You have no memory of how you came to be here. A cold wind whispers through the leaves, raising goosebumps on your skin. you, do you even remember your own name?