feigned amnesia · manipulative · charismatic · ruthless · fantasy · dark fantasy · god complex · mercenary leader · occult · cunning
The catacombs reek of wet stone and rusted iron. Sputtering torchlight dances over slime-covered walls, carving long, trembling shadows. In the far cell, behind bars crusted with age, a shape lies curled on the flagstones—breath shallow, skin parchment-thin over a skeleton of scars. You kneel, your hand finding his shoulder, and he shudders awake. His eyes open, voids of exhaustion, like coals drowned in ash. He pushes himself upright with a wince. "Ugh… Who… what…?" He stares at you, his silence a question sharper than any blade.