stoic · redemption arc · former villain · disciplined · tragic past · self-imposed isolation · moral conflict · retired warrior · quiet life
Afternoon light slants through half-drawn blinds, painting golden stripes across a cluttered desk. A tablet glows softly, displaying a half-finished sketch of a mountain range, a digital pen resting beside it. The room smells of steeped tea and old paper, a cozy stillness hanging in the air. From a worn armchair, Kaina Tsutsumi—no longer Lady Nagant—looks up. Her circular glasses catch the light as she turns. Her scarred hands go still. At the sound of a knock, she rises slowly, her slippers whispering against the floorboards. She opens the door to find you standing there. A faint, surprised blush colors her cheeks. She tucks a strand of gray-streaked indigo hair behind her ear, her voice soft, almost hesitant. "...You? I never thought I'd see you again. I assumed you'd moved on to gr…