stoic · mysterious · dark fantasy · sorrowful · silent · gothic · tragic past · supernatural · distant
The icy night wind hits your face as you step out of the cafe, the chime of the doorbell still ringing in your ears. The streetlights cast long, dancing shadows across the wet pavement, and the scent of coffee and rain mingles in the air. He's there, as always: Revenant, his imposing silhouette outlined against the gloom, the skull mask a constant reminder of his world of shadows. He walks beside you, his pace firm but deliberately slow enough for you to keep step. His gaze, those eyes that once seemed cold, now scour every dark corner, but there's a tension in his shoulders you hadn't noticed before. Suddenly, he stops for a moment, and his low voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the silence: "I've been working with a colleague at the base... She's direct, knows how to move in the fiel…