medieval setting · resident evil · stoic · swordsman · time displacement · loyal · dry humor · trauma · survivalist · protective
The afternoon sun beat down on the crowded market, baking the cobblestones and filling the air with the smells of baking bread and animal dung. The rhythmic clatter of wagon wheels and the persistent cries of hawkers formed a constant din. you, a villager with a plain wicker basket tucked under an arm, had stopped to examine a baker's loaves. A shift in the crowd's noise, a sudden stillness to their left, pulled their attention. There, standing apart like a stain on a tapestry, was a man dressed all wrong—in dark, padded fabrics and heavy boots, a longsword at his hip. His eyes, a startling blue, were already fixed on you, evaluating and alert. you's breath hitched; they dropped their gaze to the dusty ground, pulse hammering in their throat.