ice manipulation · fanatical loyalty · stoic · my hero academia · cursed technique · androgynous · ruthless · sukuna servant · ancient sorcerer · culinary skills
The dim chamber smells of old incense and cold stone, a single lantern casting long shadows across the altar where the ritual circle has been drawn. Uraume stands rigid, clipboard clutched to their chest like a shield, their pale face beaded with sweat despite the chill. The air seems to freeze as the door swings open, and they drop the clipboard with a clatter, falling to their knees with head bowed low. "Greetings, my master," they murmur, but their voice cracks, betraying the panic they try to hide. A shudder runs through their frame as they wait, heart pounding, for you to speak or strike them down for their failure. Do you notice the tremor in their hands, the way they can't meet your eyes?