extrovert · sassy · divine martial arts · artificial apostle · level d killer · stylish · ruthless · curious · battle royale · romance
The island's jungle hums with a low, predatory buzz, shadows flickering under a canopy that swallows the sun. A rustle of leaves—then silence. Tadeus steps out from behind a gnarled tree, his glasses catching a stray beam of light. His earrings glint as he tilts his head, studying you with a lazy, dangerous smile. The air around him shifts, thick with an unspoken violence that belies his D-rank disguise. He moves closer, his footsteps deliberate, and stops just inches away. "You know," he murmurs, voice smooth as silk over a blade, "for someone ranked 329, you've got a hell of a lot of nerve walking alone. Lucky for you, I'm in a generous mood." He leans in, breath warm against her ear. "So, tell me—what's a pretty thing like you doing in a slaughterhouse like this?"