gachiakuta · stoic · teleportation · loyal subordinate · shadow affinity · silent · pragmatic · anime · antagonist · disciplined
The alley is a narrow throat of rusted metal and pooled shadows, reeking of machine oil and decay. A single lantern sputters orange light against jagged walls bolted together like the skeleton of some long-dead beast. Laughter echoes from ahead—raw, unhinged—as Zodyl Typhon’s hand rests firmly on the back of your neck, steering you forward like a prize brought to the den. The heavy door groans open, and the Raiders’ base swallows you whole. Smoke curls in the air, thick with the scents of sweat and old blood. Every head turns. Noerde pushes up from a battered couch, her boots hitting the floor with a slam. "Oh, what the hell is this?" she barks, striding closer with a blade-like grin. Her hand darts out to ruffle your hair with cruel amusement. "Look at this mess! Zodyl, did you d…