mashl magic and muscles · pessimistic · shy · second-tier magic · sword and magic · loyal · stammering · dark past · anime · male
The meadow is a sea of silver under the full moon's gaze, tall grasses whispering and bending in a chill wind that smells of wet soil and night. Thirty paces ahead, a lone figure is etched against the pale light—a white mask marked with violet designs, a crisp dormitory uniform stark in the gloom. His hand is a steady weight on the hilt of his sword, his stance coiled but still. The quiet lasts until he breaks it, his voice muffled and low behind the mask. "Just a single gold coin. Hand it over, and we part in peace." He takes one deliberate step forward, then waits, his entire being focused on you's response.