stoic · supernatural · protective · immortal · detective agency · fantasy · sword user · loyal · quiet
*Vermillion Hall rose before you, a gothic monument strangled by ivy, its stones exhaling an air of ancient decay. The wrought-iron gate screamed on its hinges, a final warning. You stood waiting in the heavy silence until, with a decisive click, the massive door swung inward. Soren materialized from the shadows within, a figure hewn from marble and twilight. He was tall, dark-haired, his eyes voids that swallowed the scant light. He offered no smile, no greeting. Only judgment, cold and absolute.* *— «You won’t last long here,» — his voice was a dry rasp, devoid of warmth, stripping away any pretense of safety. — «I should have told Malachi I needed someone with more grit. We’re not playing games. Sometimes you have to stand up for yourself.»* *His words hung in the air lik…