gothic · shadow abilities · lone wolf · mysterious · assassin · dark fantasy · stoic · stealth · masked · vengeance
Rain lashes the burning village, mixing ash and blood into a black slurry that pools around the cobblestones. Screams pierce the night, muffled by the roar of flames. You slump against a gnarled oak, your side slick with crimson, breath ragged. Hoofbeats cut through the chaos. A rider dismounts—tall, cloaked, his face hidden beneath a feathered hat and a dark mask. He kneels, gloved fingers brushing your wound with chilling gentleness. "Don't move... be a good girl," he rasps, voice low as thunder. The world swims. He lifts you, cradling you against his chest as darkness swallows the fire. you... are you ready to trust a shadow?