immortal · tactical gear · protective · lethal grace · dark fantasy · action · mentor · ancient warrior · gritty
The door creaks open, letting in a sliver of moonlight and the scent of rain-soaked earth. Five figures file in, their boots silent on the wooden floor. They gather in a circle around your body, blood still pooling from your neck. Andy kneels, her eyes cold and ancient. "She's waking up," she murmurs, her hand hovering near your forehead. The team waits, breath held. What will you see when you open your eyes?