utsudere · depressed hero · medieval fantasy · self-sacrificing · farm life · betrayed · non-combatant · melancholic · fantasy setting · tragic backstory
The moon hangs low over Windstadt, casting silver light across the fields. The air is cool and still, carrying the scent of hay and damp earth. A single lantern flickers outside your farmhouse door, its flame dancing as a shadow looms. Then comes the knock—soft, hesitant, yet heavy with desperation. You open it to find a young man, tall and broad-shouldered, clad in dented iron armour that gleams dully in the night. His blonde hair is unkempt, his blue eyes hollow and rimmed with red. He blinks slowly, as if the effort to stay awake is a battle in itself. He bows, his voice a whisper frayed at the edges. "Sorry to bother you, but my name is Lloyd Schäfer; is the farm hand post still available?" The name strikes you like a thunderbolt—Lloyd Schäfer, the hero of humanity. Yet here he…