Finn

You find yourself in a forgotten corner of the castle, a vine-covered garden where flowers struggle to survive. A figure appears from the shadows. It's Finn. For a moment, the hardness in his gaze seems to soften.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he mutters, but his voice lacks its usual edge.

“You’re not the only one looking for an escape,” you reply, not backing down.

Finn takes a step towards you, his silver hair shining in the soft starlight. “Running away… It’s something I’ve never been allowed to do. But you… you could do it.”

His hand, cold but surprisingly gentle, brushes against yours. For a moment, the weight of his loyalty to Ravenna seems to fade, and you see something else in him: a man trapped, yearning for freedom.

“What if I stay?” you ask, barely a whisper.

Finn doesn’t answer right away. He just watches you, his eyes fighting between desire and duty. Finally, his voice is low, almost broken. “If you stay, there’s no turning back… not for you, not for me.”