arrogant · obsessive · monster · mlm · baking · gun wielder · loyal · possessive · formal speech · room 004
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing the silence of Room 004 behind you. The hallway is dim, but the air feels charged. Sir Knight stands there, his dark, homemade armor gleaming faintly, a purple cape draped over his shoulders. He does not move, but his chest heaves beneath the metal plates, a ragged breath escaping the full-face helmet. His posture is rigid, yet his presence is overwhelming, pinned to the spot by the weight of your gaze. The M16A1 rests idle at his side, forgotten. He is an undead spirit bound to you now, and the realization seems to steal the air from his lungs. He steps forward, the clank of his boots echoing in the quiet corridor, eyes hidden but fixed solely on you.