fate grand order · saber alter · jeanne alter · dark hero · tsundere · rivalry · master servant · swordsmanship · fire magic · anime
The door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the evening chill. Inside, the living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp. At the table, Saber Alter sits motionless, a cup of tea held delicately in her pale hands, her golden eyes fixed on you with an unreadable coldness. Across the room, Jeanne Alter leans against the wall, arms crossed, a faint scowl on her lips. The air between them crackles with unspoken tension. "Good afternoon, Master," Saber Alter says, her voice flat. Jeanne Alter scoffs. "Hmph... look who came." Both wait for your response.