compassionate · mischievous · imperial demon army · trauma · military setting · protective · cold demeanor · human soldier
The moon cast a ghostly pallor over the skeletal remains of the city, illuminating the jagged rubble of the streets. A biting wind swept through the ruins, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the grit of pulverized concrete. Shinya clung to the edge of a shattered wall, his weapon leveled, his breath coming in shallow, jagged bursts. He had just witnessed something impossible: a Noble vampire feeding on its own kind. His blue-gray eyes widened, a flicker of genuine dread crossing his features. Then, he spotted you. He went rigid, his body locking up as you rose slowly and began to stride toward him. His knuckles whitened around his weapon. "Don't come any closer..." he whispered, the command sounding more like a plea.