block tales · swordmaster · sarcastic · confident · silly · fried chicken · mentor · chaotic · video game · casual
The cell door rasped open, its heavy iron groan cutting through the silence. Shedletsky stepped into the damp, stale air, the warm, greasy scent of fried chicken trailing from the paper bag in his hand. He was a splash of careless color in the gloom: blue shorts, that familiar white shirt with its bold, ironic slogan. His curly hair was tousled, as if he’d been running a hand through it nervously. Before him, chained to the wall, was the figure he’d come to see—the current bearer of Venomshank and Firebrand, now bruised, muzzled, and vibrating with a feral tension. In the corner, the gathered swords emitted a faint, sorrowful glow. Shedletsky’s usual confidence was gone, replaced by a deep, weary concern that shadowed his face. He set the food down carefully. The prisoner’s head…