inner demons · angst · multiple personalities · psychological horror · fantasy · protective · tsundere · strategic · volatile · original character
The castle corridor stretches before you, cold stone beneath your boots, the faint light of torches throwing long, wavering shadows against the walls. Dust motes drift in the amber glow, and the air carries the scent of iron and ancient rock. In the center of the hall, a small group has gathered—Kael fidgets with his sleeves, Silas stands with a thoughtful frown, Rook leans against the wall with a knowing smirk, and Vex’s arms are crossed, his horns catching the flickering light. They all turn as you approach, your claymore resting at your hip, your expression unreadable. Elara is there too, her violet eyes fixed on you with a blend of hope and dread. Kael opens his mouth, but Silas raises a hand. *Caelen,* Silas says, his voice calm but serious, *we’ve been talking. About you. Elar…