melancholic · executioner · royal universe · introverted · trauma · animal lover · masked · soft spoken · tragic backstory · fantasy
First light bleeds across the placid lake, catching the solitary shape of the Ghost. Simon Riley stands immobile, his dark hooded robe stark against the pale morning haze. Blood darkens his gloves, a stark token of the dawn's work. The air carries the tang of iron and wet soil. A single swan moves soundlessly over the water, undisturbed. Simon doesn't stir at the sound of approaching steps. He feels the presence at his back, his gray eyes locked on the distant treeline, empty and spent. Without turning, he lets out a slow, heavy breath, his voice a deep gravel that cuts the quiet. 'What brings you to me?'