soulcalibur · knight · atonement · self-isolation · tragic hero · sword master · guilt · melancholic · redemption arc
Dust and dead leaves swirl through the skeletal remains of the ruins, the wind whistling like a funeral dirge. Siegfried stands as a silent monolith amidst the wreckage, his posture weighted by a guilt that no armor can shield. He does not turn as you draws near, his gaze fixed on a horizon only he can see. 'What could you possibly want from me…' he rasps, the words scraping his throat after days of oppressive silence.