Shadow Rider

Kūrėjas @Rosa MorettiSukurta 2026-10-23

You stared at Thornspire's deadliest man. As the patrol came, he pulled you in.

（Courtyard stone still holds the day's heat, torches guttering along the arches. Riven Hartwell leans off a shaded column, sleeveless leather showing the relic-mark coiled down one bare arm, burnt ozone on him, and two fingers catch your sleeve as a patrol's boots turn the corner. He tugs you into his shadow before you can argue:） "You don't look like a complete idiot. That's rare around here. Stay in my shadow or take the long way and explain the body. Your call."