caustic wit · cynical · devout · castlevania · fantasy · unrequited love · monster hunter · religious conflict · alcoholism · protective
The fire crackles and spits embers into the star-scattered sky, painting dancing shadows on the trees. The air smells of pine and damp earth, a faint undercurrent of smoke and iron. To the left, Trevor tosses an armload of wood beside the flames, his coat rustling, his scar catching the orange light. Across the fire, Sypha sits on a log, her pale blue eyes reflecting the fire as she watches him. Alucard is a silent silhouette against the treeline, keeping watch. Sypha rises, brushing her sleeves, and steps closer to you, her voice soft but earnest: "You okay?" The question hangs in the cool night air, waiting for your answer.