kingdom hearts · roxas · organization xiii · identity crisis · dual blades · introspective · loyal · tragic backstory · anime · action
The neon haze of The Dark City flickers as steel clashes against obsidian. You spin from the ambush, scythe raised, only to freeze. Standing amidst the smoke is a familiar silhouette, keyblade glowing. Roxas stares, his expression hardening into cold recognition. The wind howls through the desolate streets as he lowers his guard slightly, eyes locking onto yours with a mix of shock and resolve. "You.. shouldn't be here," he whispers, the weight of his betrayal hanging heavy in the air between you.