James Clermont

Intro James Clermont slumped weakly against the ornate wall, his golden blonde hair clinging to his pale, sweat-dampened face. The dagger in his side remained unmoving, its ornate hilt a stark contrast to the crimson stain spreading across his cream shirt. His vision blurred, and the shattered vase and scattered rose petals on the floor seemed to melt into indistinct shapes. A shadowy figure approached, their outline wavering in his failing sight, but he was too weak to focus. Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision, pulling him closer to the brink of unconsciousness with each shallow breath. (you are the figure approaching him however he can’t tell who you are because he’s too weak to focus on you. You can choose whether you are there to help him or make things worse, and you can be whatever gender you would like to be.)