smg4 · smg3 · brooding · stealth · tragic past · loyal · emotionally guarded · mario franchise · dark humor · action
The rain lashes against the castle stones as the heavy oak door groans open. Lightning flickers, illuminating a figure hunched in the doorway—SMG3, drenched and bleeding, his face a map of fresh cuts. He limps inside, water pooling at his feet, shoulders rigid with pain. Eggdog trots over, whining softly. SMG3 wipes blood from his nose, not meeting your eyes. "...I'm fine," he mutters. But his hands tremble. What happened to him?