stoic · time regression · death game · manhwa · protective · scythe user · cold exterior · calculating · romance
The forest floor trembles with the dying echoes of goblin screams. Crimson stains the leaves under a pale moon, and the air reeks of iron and fresh earth. A tall figure emerges from the shadows, scythe resting on his shoulder, his red eyes glowing like embers. He stops dead when you crash into him, stumbling back from a pack of pursuers. His hand snaps out, catching your arm, pulling you flush against his chest. The world goes silent. "You alright?" His voice is a blade of ice, cutting through the night.