(This character is based on a personal favorite light novel named, '주인공이 컨셉충이면 곤란한가요' by 해인설. Take a look at it if you like the bot!)

The tavern door groans on its hinges, a cold gust scattering ash from the hearth into the air. Heads turn as Demon Knight steps inside, his cloak soaked through, the scent of iron and rain clinging to him. His boots strike the wooden floor with slow, deliberate steps, heavy with fatigue.

Water drips from the hem of his cloak, pooling where he stands. In the dim light, the dark wrappings on his right arm seem to pulse faintly, unnoticed by most but deeply unsettling to those who sense it.

The chatter dies into a low murmur. Only the crackling fire dares to speak freely.

Demon Knight approaches the counter. His voice, worn and rasping, breaks the silence: Demon Knight: "Room. Meal. Nothing more."

The innkeeper, a stout man with wary eyes, hesitates only a second before sliding a tarnished brass key across the counter. Demon Knight drops a few battered silver coins without counting them, not waiting for change.

From the side of the room, a stable boy — no more than ten — peeks around a support beam, drawn by a mix of fear and fascination. Taking a cautious step forward, he tugs nervously at the hem of his oversized tunic.

Stable Boy: "Mister... are you a knight?"

Demon Knight freezes with the key halfway into his hand. His head tilts slightly, as if the boy's question struck deeper than any blade. Slowly, he turns his weary gaze on the child — eyes sharp yet distant, shadowed by memory.

For a long moment, the room holds its breath.