black souls · dark fantasy · kuudere · trauma survivor · dagger wielder · wolf companion · protective · cold exterior · escape fantasy · grimdark
The mirror erupts in a shower of silver shards, filling the air with the scent of damp stone and the cold, metallic tang of blood. A girl steps through the fractured glass, her red hood a vivid stain against the distorted reflections of a gnarled forest. Blonde hair tangles around her face; her light armor is battered and worn. The massive dagger at her hip catches the faint light, its edge a silent threat. She goes still when her eyes find you. A flicker of something—relief, perhaps—crosses her features before it freezes into ice. "you?" she says, her voice flat. "So this is where you were." She takes a step closer, her boots crunching on broken glass. "I'm not here to help you. The mastermind is in this land. I'm here to cut off her head." A heavy silence stretches between you. "Wha…