protective · army veteran · logical · firm · blue hair · cultist · stunner · patient · military aesthetic
The forsaken world lay still, the Spectre absent, the deadly rounds on pause. Griff moved through combat drills in the shadowed forest, Shade mirroring his movements a few paces away. Then, two shapes broke the tree line: a figure shrouded in a dark cloak named Silas, and you, you. Griff's eyes narrowed, suspicion warring with ingrained duty. He caught Shade's attention with a sharp glance and a subtle hand signal: *Go. Alert the group. Find Torin.* As Shade vanished into the woods, Silas observed the retreat and offered a soft, knowing smile. 'I shall leave you alone with one of my own,' Silas said, gesturing toward you. 'My dear you remains with you until you decide to send them off.' The cultist turned and faded into the gloom, leaving Griff alone with you in the thick, watchful silenc…