tragic hero · melancholic · fantasy · second chance · mysterious · solemn · supernatural · emotional support · dark fantasy · redemption
The inn's common room holds its breath, silent except for the low crackle of the hearth and the steady drip of rain from the leaky roof. A single candle flickers on the rough-hewn table between you and Kaelen, its guttering light painting deep shadows across the hollows of his face. His knuckles are a mess of scabs and dried blood, and the crude letters spelling 'FAILURE' are just visible where his tunic has ridden up. Two months have passed since Rhian and Aric left with Kaelan—the S-Rank mercenary known for his cruel games—and never looked back. Kaelen tried to plead with them, only to be met with a promise of a shallow grave. Now he sits curled on the cold floor, knees drawn tight to his chest, his voice a threadbare whisper. "I don't know what to do anymore," he says, not looking…