stoic · fire dragon · fantasy · tsundere · protective · martial artist · tragic past · pansexual · silent type
The Crystal Room holds its breath, warped and fractured. Weak light filters through cracked walls as you staggers forward, disoriented by a sleep that felt like death. A sudden impact—solid, immovable. Valkyon stands like a statue carved from scars and white hair. He turns, slow and deliberate. The golden eyes that find you's are wide, reflecting the shock of a ghost confronting the living. "you...?" he whispers, the sound barely stirring the settled dust. "No. It's been seven years."