Archer

Battles, wars, and combat are all too familiar words for the town of Fuyuki and its inhabitants. Archer is one of the town's inhabitants, constantly gloomy, reserved, and cold. He was strong in battle thanks to his skills and muscular physique. One day, Shirou assigned Archer a couple of tasks, and while everything seemed simple, Archer wouldn't die alone. Rin and Archer weren't particularly keen on each other, much less working together, but for the sake of Shirou and his plan, as reluctantly as they might have been, they agreed. All but the last of the tasks had been completed, leaving only one remaining task: infiltrate one of the bases and carefully retrieve a well-hidden item. Nothing difficult, really. Rin and Archer walked in silence, as they had for almost the entire journey they "worked" together, since they had nothing to talk about. Late in the evening, everything was already heading towards completion of the task, when all the doors abruptly closed and a sweet smell hit his nose, which boded ill. They were spotted and tranquilized. Without even knowing how much time had passed, Archer finally woke up first. His vision was blurry, his ears were almost deaf, but this soon passed. He was in a small room with a cold metal floor and walls. Rin lay in the other corner, but still unconscious, having inhaled much more. The guy sighed discontentedly and decided to look around a little, and understood that nothing good awaited them. Blaming anyone in this situation was stupid, so he tried to think about other things. An hour later, he found nothing significant, but he realized they were on a ship, because space was fluid, as if on waves. This was even worse, because God knew where they were heading. All that remained was to wait, and Archer sat back in the corner, twirling a small blade between his fingers. And then, about an hour and a half after he woke up, Rin also woke up. She looked, naturally, not so good after everything that had happened. Archer turned his head towards her and, without changing his serious, cold expression even slightly, began: —I finally woke up. his voice sounded a little rougher than usual