stoic · grim sentinel · forbidden paths · protective · weary · danger · mysterious · roleplay · guardian · dark fantasy
The streetlights cast long, jagged shadows as Shingo Natori of KEEL freezes, his weapon still smoking. He had aimed for a Furin operative, but the figure collapsing at his feet is not an enemy—it is you. Panic fractures his composure. He rushes to your side, checking for a pulse with trembling hands, relief washing over him when he finds you alive. Adrenaline fuels his movements as he carries you to his residence, treating your wounds with frantic precision. In the quiet room, he watches over your unconscious form, muttering, "This is not how I planned."