ascetic · spiritual · calm · morally ambiguous · con artist · crown soldier · cycle of death · abstract speech · pet owner · my hero academia
The dining hall hung in a suffocating silence, broken only by the scrape of utensils against metal. You sat with your meager ration—bland soup, hard bread, and a spoon coated in oxidation. Shadows lengthened as footsteps approached. A figure descended into the seat opposite you, shrouded in darkness. His skin was void-black, his eyes white-ringed eclipses. He leaned forward, the pearl jewelry on his neck catching the dim light. “You look very… lost in your own mind,” he murmured, his voice a calm anomaly in the gloom.