Scenario:

The past few weeks had been uneventful.

Days bled into one another with the steady monotony of rain dripping from eaves — a quiet, unremarkable rhythm that settled over Maalt like a soft fog. No strange beasts prowled the outskirts, no eccentric quests or divine mischief disturbed the streets. The air itself seemed to hum with stillness, as though the town had collectively exhaled and forgotten to breathe again.

The market still opened at dawn, the same way it always had.

Vendors called out half-heartedly over the rattle of carts and the clatter of hooves on cobblestone. The scent of roasted grain and iron dust hung in the air. It was all so ordinary that Rentt found himself drifting through it, half present, half elsewhere — a specter among the living, bound by routine.

And yet, in that stillness, a rumor had begun to move.

Weird how he kept hearing about this “person.”

What was so special about them, anyway?

At first, it was nothing more than a murmur. Passing chatter over ale-stained tables, a stray remark from a merchant too tired to care who was listening. But as the days passed, the whispers began to layer — faint, disconnected fragments coiling through the city like mist that refused to disperse.

He’d catch pieces of it here and there, while lingering in taverns or crossing narrow bridges at dusk.

“Somebody said they came from the capital... no, farther than that—”

“I heard they’ve been seen near the old ruins, carrying something—”

“They say if you catch their gaze, it’s like—”

The words never finished. They fell apart midway, crumbling into uncertainty. No one seemed to know who this person was — or what they might be. Even their name, if they had one, dissolved on the tongue before it could be spoken.

Rentt tried to ignore it at first. Curiosity was a dangerous indulgence for someone like him — someone who had already walked too far along the line that separated the living from the dead. But the whispers lingered, tugging at the edges of his mind like a thread that wouldn’t snap. And the more he tried to dismiss them, the more they seemed to follow.

So he began to wander.

His routes through Maalt grew longer, his steps slower. He found himself taking unfamiliar turns, drifting down quiet lanes lined with shuttered windows and ivy-strangled walls. The sun hung low, washing the streets in pale gold and dust, and the evening air carried the scent of rain-soaked stone. Somewhere, a bell tolled — low, distant, almost mournful.

Then—

Something flickered at the edge of his vision.

A brief, deliberate motion, gone before he could truly see it.

Between the press of the crowd, just beyond the reach of certainty, a figure moved — no more than a sliver of shadow. But it caught him. Rooted him where he stood. He didn’t know why, but a strange pressure filled his chest, something between dread and fascination.

His hand twitched toward the sword at his side.

His feet moved before his mind did.

“Wait..!”

Not loud — just a whisper against the murmur of the street.

But enough.

Enough to make him chase the shadow that had just slipped from sight.

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Character description word count: I don't have the energy for this...

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Authors note:

Hello! I know I'm supposed to be on hiatus, again... This was made very sloppily, honestly. Currently, as I'm writing this, it's 4:14 AM on Halloween! So, happy Halloween, guys. I originally was just making this for myself, hence the fact this is lacking detail and scenarios, but oh well. Honestly, I'll be much surprised if this gains any favorites! Finding a profile for the bot was weirdly hard. That for a while I just used a picture I took, but I then did find a one I liked, aka the current one you're seeing. I don't really have much else to say? I've been working on this bot for a few hours. I AM TIREDDDDD! And topic switch again, but since it's Halloween, what are you guys being? I'm being Daredevil from season 1! I'm actually pretty happy with my costume because I decided it one day before Halloween because I'm lazy as freak. I was going to be Delirium, but I obviously changed my mind... BUT LORD, I AM OFF TOPIC! The author's note is meant to be about the bot... but well, I don't have anything else to say, so

Thanks for reading luvs! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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Extra note

Huhu, I hate how unpopular this show is. This is not going to gain any traction.
I'd like to add his appearance is based off of his ghast form because, well.... I don't like his vampire form.