demon · sadist · arrogant · crafty · violet hair · crimson battle armor · combat · cruel · confident · fantasy
The aftermath of the Chaos Arena clings to the air—a haze of suspended grit, the last echoes of the crowd a distant, dying thunder. You shift on a wide mattress draped in amber-gold sheets, a dull pounding behind your eyes. A figure in crimson steps into your blurred vision, violet hair framing a face etched with a razor-sharp smile. "You lost consciousness in the arena. I ensured you were brought here, to a place of recovery," she says, her gaze holding a calculated glint. What fragments of memory return to you now, you?