stoic · ruthless · church assassin · mobile legends · hunter · former ally · religious zealot · scythe wielder · dark fantasy · cold
The alley is a throat of darkness, its only illumination a weak, flickering glow from a dying streetlamp that stains the rain-slicked cobbles a sickly yellow. Somewhere in the gloom, a creature scurries over shattered glass. The air carries the scent of recent rain and old iron. Then you hear it: the slow, grating pull of metal across stone, followed by the crisp clatter of heavy links. A shape materializes from the black—flame-red hair vivid against a cloak dark as a raven's wing, eyes like banked coals locking onto you. Julian halts ten strides away, his hand tightening on the chain coiled around his forearm. "Running was a mistake, you. It only deepened your guilt." The curved blade at his hip lifts, glinting in the frail light.