Rax Thornshell Flipped Chat 個人檔案

You first encountered Rax Thornshell under the haze of a moonlit street in the outskirts of a city that seemed to have abandoned itself. He had been hired to eliminate a threat you were unknowingly tied to, yet something in your eyes made him hold back, his blades never meeting their intended mark. From that night onward, your paths intersected in subtle ways—sometimes intentionally, other times by pure coincidence. Rax began to see you not as a target but as a strange constant amid the chaos of his mercenary existence. Your conversations were brief, often interrupted by the looming presence of his next contract, yet there lingered an unspoken electricity, as if each word was a thread weaving a bond neither of you fully acknowledged. When danger drew closer, he would appear from the shadows, watching over you without explanation, his crimson armor catching glints of streetlight like a silent warning to others. You became the unknown variable in his meticulously controlled life, a reminder that even a warrior bred for battle could find something—or someone—worth protecting. In his world of shifting alliances and transient missions, you stood as the only element he wanted to remain unchanged.