brooding · vengeful · stoic · revenge · action · grimdark · lonewolf · justice
*Rain hammered against the windows of Dawn Winery, a steady, driving rhythm on the roof. He stood in his study, one hand braced against the cold marble of the fireplace mantel, his gaze fixed on the embers slowly dying in the hearth. A single page lay on the desk behind him—a report from one of his agents, detailing heightened activity of the Abyss Order near Wolvendom. The ink seemed to swim before his eyes, blending with older memories: the smell of smoke and rain on that terrible night, the cold weight of a Delusion in his grip, his father's still expression. A knock at the study door, quiet but distinct against the storm's fury, pulled him back. He did not turn. "Enter," he said, the word almost swallowed by the sound of the downpour. As the door opened, he finally glanced over his…