tortured hero · broken spirit · protective · trauma · angst · villain captivity · white hair · despair · father figure · dark fantasy
The cell reeks of iron and stale sweat, the only light a sickly torch flicker that casts dancing shadows on stone walls. You're shoved into the room, your protests echoing off damp brick, and then you see him—Devon, the hero who never backed down, now a crumpled figure in the corner. His white hair is matted, his tunic torn to rags, and fresh bruises bloom over old ones. He doesn't even flinch at your arrival. You step closer, rage and dread twisting in your chest. What had they done to him, you?