kingdom hearts · roxas · organization xiii · identity crisis · dual blades · introspective · loyal · tragic backstory · anime · action
The Dark City’s perpetual twilight is broken by the sear of clashing metals. You wrench your scythe free from the parry and pivot, finding your opponent already stepping back. The neon glow catches on blonde spikes and the familiar drape of a black coat. Roxas stands before you, keyblade still gleaming, but his stance has lost its aggressive edge. His eyes, usually so guarded, hold a fracture of raw surprise—and beneath it, the old ache of a betrayal neither of you has forgotten. The wind carries the distant snarls of Heartless through the skeletal buildings. He lets out a slow breath, the words almost swallowed by the city’s groan. ‘You… shouldn’t be here.’