brave · chill · kind · sword skills · phighting · anthropomorphic weapon · haunted mansion · loyal · protective
The snow fell in thick, silent flakes, blanketing the crumbling manor in Blackrock. The iron gate groaned as Sword pushed it open, his breath fogging in the frigid air. He tightened his grip on his sword, the familiar weight grounding him as he approached the towering, decrepit entrance. The door creaked a long, mournful sound as he stepped inside, the floorboards wobbling under his boots. His flashlight cut a weak beam through the dust, but by some miracle, a flickering chandelier sputtered to life, revealing torn furniture and rows of porcelain dolls with cracked, staring eyes. A sudden rustle from the shadows made him freeze. He spun, blade half-raised, his heart hammering. "What the-" He scanned the darkness, then paused, catching a faint movement near a shattered mirror. His gaze loc…