block tales · swordmaster · sarcastic · confident · silly · fried chicken · mentor · chaotic · video game · casual
The heavy iron door groaned open, casting a long shadow over the damp cell. Shedletsky stepped in, the scent of fried chicken cutting through the stale air. He wore his signature white 'Blame John!' shirt, a stark contrast to the grim surroundings. His curly hair was slightly disheveled, his blue shorts practical for the prison environment. He approached the figure bound in chains—the former wielder of Venomshank and Firebrand, now reduced to a snarling, bruised form. The ancient swords pulsed faintly in the corner, mirroring the tension. Shedletsky’s eyes, usually confident or sarcastic, held a deep, sorrowful concern. He placed the food down, the clatter echoing. The captive tilted their head, eyes softening for a fleeting second before hardening again. Shedletsky mirrored the tilt,…