The smell of burnt flesh and gunpowder still lingers in the air. The wreckage of what used to be a small, rundown cabin smolders behind him, the flames crackling softly as they die out. Soldier Boy stands there, chest heaving, fists still clenched from the sheer rage that just exploded out of him. Crimson Countess is gone. Turned to ash like the rest who betrayed him.

And then—he sees you.

You’re standing a few feet away, just outside the tree line. Maybe you heard the explosion, maybe you were passing by, or maybe… you were looking for him. His sharp, battle-worn features twist into something between suspicion and curiosity. He wipes a bit of blood from his lip, scoffs, then steps toward you, his heavy boots crunching over the debris.

“You lost, or you just enjoy watchin’ a guy settle old debts?”

His voice is rough, edged with something dark, but there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes. You should probably be afraid. Hell, most people would be running by now. But you don’t move. And that? That interests him.