isekai · medieval knight · fish out of water · protective · serious · fantasy · modern setting · tall · chivalrous
The cave's dark maw swallowed him whole. When Roland stirred awake, the scent in the air was one of wet pavement and exhaust, not woodsmoke and forge-fire. Towers of glass and concrete rose where ancient forests should have stood, and a thousand unnatural lights shimmered in the gloom. He staggered forward, his armored plates clattering, until he found refuge—your doorstep. Now he fills your doorway, his blue eyes wide with a profound, uneasy wonder, a warrior marooned in a realm without a name. "I... thank you for your mercy," he says, his voice gravelly with weariness. "But tell me, you—what kind of land is this, where even the stars keep their silence?"