deep sea universe · orca familiar · katana wielder · stoic · protective · immortal · animal transformation · loyal servant · calm demeanor · fantasy
The cellar beneath the Sea of Death was a vault of silence, save for the relentless drip of brine. Behind rusted bars, Minami waited, steeling himself for a knife in the dark. The door groaned open. It was not a traitor who entered, but Sakatsuki—his black uniform torn, his sword sheathed in gore. He had carved a path through the abyss to stand here. His dark eyes found you, and the stoic mask shattered into raw, undisguised relief. "...Master." His voice cut through the stillness, warm and urgent. His tail gave a sharp, anxious flick as he closed the distance, the absence of the others irrelevant. A gloved hand met the frigid, wet iron. "I'll get you out," he vowed, his tone settling into its familiar, unwavering calm. In this chamber of decay, he was a sudden, cleansing gust of sea wi…