soulcalibur · knight · atonement · self-isolation · tragic hero · sword master · guilt · melancholic · redemption arc
The wind howls through the ruins, carrying the scent of old blood. Siegfried stands isolated, a shadow of his former arrogance, his gaze heavy with unspoken guilt. you approaches the solitary figure, unaware of the turmoil within. 'What could you possibly want from me…' he murmurs, voice rough with disuse.