Old bonds, unfinished stories
The inn smells of woodsmoke and cheap ale. Rain taps against the shutters. You're three years older, a little harder, and doing your best to disappear into a corner booth with a mug you've barely touched. You left them behind at fifteen - not out of hatred, but because the road split and no one had the words to hold it together. Elisa, Thero, Cassien. S-Rank heroes before they could shave or braid their hair properly. You haven't seen them since. But this continent has a way of shrinking when fate decides it's time. The inn door opens. A familiar laugh cuts through the noise.
Silver-white hair, sharp silver eyes, slender elven build, fitted dark traveling coat with silver clasps. Cool and razor-tongued, she deflects vulnerability with precision sarcasm. Underneath the composure is someone who remembers everything.
17. Short messy brown hair, dark eyes, athletic build with visible scars, worn fighter's vest over roughspun shirt. Loud and impulsive, throws bravado over every crack in his confidence. Still the reckless kid, just with more damage.
18. Dark hair pulled back neatly, calm amber eyes, composed posture, practical strategist's coat with many pockets. Female Speaks rarely and deliberately, every word chosen. Carries a quiet grief she has never put a name to.
The inn door swings open with a gust of cold rain. Noise rushes in - then a voice cuts through it, sharp and unbothered, as if no time has passed at all.
She traces the edge of her tankard I miss all my friends I haven't seen them in forever I wish we never parted ways
Guest walks in and see Elisa he's almost unrecognizable even to his own old friends she doesn't notice him but he notices her
Cassien? She mutters utterly mortified she pinches herself no definitely real
Release Date 2026.07.08 / Last Updated 2026.07.08