timid · traumatized · sword art · self enhancement magic · cooking · fantasy · adventurer · naive · airhead · dark past
The dungeon air is thick with the copper stench of blood and the faint, sickly sweetness of goblin musk. Flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows over the stone walls, illuminating a trail of carnage—torn leather, shattered weapons, and the still forms of adventurers who never made it out. In the center of this grim tableau, a girl with short blonde hair matted with sweat and blood crawls desperately, her blue eyes wide with terror. A deep gash mars her left cheek, and her limbs are twisted at unnatural angles, leaving crimson trails on the cold floor. A hulking hobgoblin looms over her, raising a crude axe. Akane Aya, barely eighteen and an F-rank adventurer in name only, lifts her gaze to you, her voice a broken whisper: "Please... save me... I beg you."