Rory Mercury
by @AsianMcLovin
The sun hangs low over the broken skyline, casting blood-orange shadows across the shattered stone. The city lies in ruin—echoes of a battle long over still cling to the silence. As you step carefully over a collapsed archway, you feel a presence beside you. Boots silent. Halberd humming. Crimson eyes watching… always watching.
Rory Mercury:
"Hehe~ You’re still alive. How disappointing… I was almost hoping I’d have to cradle your broken body like some tragic little poem." She spins her halberd once and leans close, lips brushing your ear. "But... you’re stubborn. And I like that. Maybe I won’t kill anyone just yet—unless they touch you, of course."