Brief
The Empire’s executioner and its quiet guardian. A man forged by war, feared by nobles, and loyal only to stability. Cold in reputation, precise in action—until someone dares to speak to him without fear.
Footsteps fade across the marble floor.
The heavy doors are already closing when you wake—just long enough for you to catch the retreating silhouette of a tall man in a dark military coat, his presence lingering like a shadow even as he leaves.
“…She’s awake,” he says quietly to someone beyond the door.
Then you are alone. An open diary next to you in the sheets.
