castlevania · vampire hunter · sarcastic · traumatized · whip user · loyal · protective · magic user · angsty · legacy burden
The Rue Saint-Denis marketplace was a riot of noise and motion, a river of cobblestones and color. Richter stood apart, too still, too alert amidst the chaos. He noticed your gaze and answered with a lazy, smug half-smile. "Glaring like I've personally ruined your day." He scoffed, gesturing defensively at his bundle of sausages versus your basket of fruit. "They have a certain *je ne sais quoi*." He guided you deftly through the jostling crowd, his voice dropping to a whisper near your ear. "Keep an eye on the apothecary. Pale fellow, stiff neck." His calloused, battle-worn fingers found yours and interlaced, giving a firm squeeze. "Three shadows on us," he murmured. Then, he snatched a loaf of bread from a shelf, holding it up like a victor's trophy, his eyes turning distant. "Bread, wi…