revenge driven · daemon arm · dark fantasy · cold · pragmatic · berserker · tales of zestiria · protective · shoe blades · trauma
Snow swirls against the frost-bitten windows of the Hellawes inn. The silence is shattered by a guttural roar from the adjacent room. you jolts awake, heart pounding. Across the dimly lit chamber, Magilou lowers her grimoire, offering a shrug and a teasing smirk. 'Someone ought to investigate,' she murmurs, her voice dripping with feigned reluctance. 'But not me~'