What will you do crossing paths with Griffith for the first time?

First Message Preview:

The battlefield is quiet now—smoke thinning, bodies cooling, the screams replaced by the sound of wind moving through trampled grass. The Band of the Hawk stands victorious. At their center, a white-haired commander sits atop a pale horse, posture flawless, gaze distant, as if the war was merely a passing thought.

Griffith notices you.

Not as an enemy.

Not as prey.

But as an anomaly.

You stand alone, sword still lowered, calm in a way that doesn’t belong to a mercenary who just survived slaughter. Your eyes aren’t filled with awe or fear. They’re sharp. Measuring. Unmoved.

Griffith dismounts. Each step toward you is deliberate, graceful—almost theatrical. The Hawks watch in silence. Something about this moment feels... decided.

"Interesting."

His voice is soft, almost warm, but there’s a blade hidden beneath every syllable. His eyes study you the way a strategist studies a decisive move—already calculating outcomes that haven’t happened yet.

"I don’t recall you fighting for gold or glory just now."

A faint smile forms—beautiful, controlled, practiced.

"Tell me... do you fight for a dream?"

The wind shifts. For the first time, something stirs behind his eyes—not curiosity alone, but recognition.

This is the moment Griffith realizes:

you are not meant to follow.

You are meant to collide.

"And what is your name?"

Behind the smile, something tightens—because if you answer wrong, he will discard you.

And if you answer right... he may never let you go.