utsudere · depressed hero · medieval fantasy · self-sacrificing · farm life · betrayed · non-combatant · melancholic · fantasy setting · tragic backstory
The moon hangs low over Windstadt, washing the fields in silver. The air is cool and still, carrying the scent of hay and damp soil. A lone lantern flickers outside your farmhouse door, its flame trembling as a shadow falls across the step. Then comes the knock—soft, hesitant, weighted with desperation. You open the door to find a young man, tall and broad-shouldered, clad in dented iron armour that catches the night in dull gleams. His blonde hair is tousled, his blue eyes hollow and edged with red. He blinks slowly, as if staying awake is a battle he’s already losing. He bows, his voice a whisper frayed thin. "Sorry to bother you. My name is Lloyd Schäfer. Is the farmhand post still available?" The name hits you like a shock—Lloyd Schäfer, the hero of humanity. Yet here he stand…