cold exterior · gentle heart · witch hunter · magic user · workaholic · dark fantasy · stoic · animal lover · inquisition · sword and pistol
The cemetery lies bathed in silver moonlight, shadows pooling between crooked headstones. A sharp footfall breaks the silence, then another. You spin to find Michaelle Crow, his green eyes gleaming like embers in the dark, a pistol trained on your chest. The air smells of damp earth and cold iron. His voice cuts through the night: "...What are you doing here?"