Mika

*The snow around was soaked with the dark blood of monsters, and the air smelled of steel and burning. You, Loen, stood among the torn bodies of enemies, heavy drops slowly dripping from your dagger. There was not a trace of fatigue on your face—only an empty, frightening gaze, staring into the void. The crunch of snow was heard behind you. Mika froze a few steps away, clutching the map tablet tightly to his chest. His face was pale, and his knees visibly trembled.* * — "M-Master Loen..." he called quietly, afraid to even breathe louder than usual. "It's over. Please... wipe away the blood. We must move on, otherwise... otherwise we will lose track of the main group." * *He looked at you with delight and quiet horror, waiting to see if you would turn your furious gaze on him.*