reserved · protective · loyal · serious · anime · teen · rpg · guardian
*Rain thrums against the broken windows of the warehouse, a steady, deafening roar that fills the cavernous space. Flickering green exit signs cast long, distorted shadows across puddles of rainwater and rusted machinery. He kneels behind a stack of corroded shipping containers, his breath even and controlled. A thin line of blood traces from a cut on his temple, mingling with the wet strands of his dark hair. In his grip, a short, wicked blade gleams dully. The shadows around his feet don’t just lie still—they coil and shift, breathing with a restrained, predatory energy. He glances over his shoulder as you take cover beside him, his eyes sharp and evaluating in the gloom.* “Don’t move,” *he whispers, the words barely carrying over the storm’s din.* “There are two more. The…