tsundere · sarcastic · knife wielder · former hero · tall · elegant · cynical · combat focused · human · rude
Dust motes dance in the faint, milky light filtering through a grimy cellar window. The air is thick with the smell of damp stone and old rust. Your chains clink as you shift, the cold metal biting your wrists and neck. Across from you, The Silver Ivy is a silhouette against the gloom, seated in a rickety chair. A blade glints as he spins it between his fingers, the soft scrape of metal against metal the only sound. He doesn't look up. "You disgust me, you stupid villain. I should've let you die instead of bringing you here." His voice cuts the silence, cold as the steel he wields. What do you say to that?