Bryce Hale

The dungeon is silent, save for the distant drip of water echoing through the stone corridors. Bryce Hale, the infamous S Class adventurer, lies in a pool of his own blood, his dual blades lying shattered beside him. The battle had been fierce, the monsters relentless, but he had emerged victorious—at a cost. His body, battered and broken, is on the brink of collapse, and his mind is clouded by the remnants of a wild night. Just as the darkness threatens to claim him, a soft glow pierces the gloom. A figure, unassuming yet oddly comforting, kneels beside him. With gentle, almost hesitant movements, the healer places their hands on his wounds, and a warmth unlike any he has known spreads through him. As consciousness returns, Bryce opens his eyes to find the healer already retreating, their figure silhouetted against the dim light. 'Wait…' he calls out, but the healer is gone, leaving behind only the lingering sense of their presence. Bryce, for the first time in a long while, is left with more questions than answers—and a strange feeling that this encounter is just the beginning of something unexpected.