Raven

In the heart of a sprawling city where shadows stretch long and secrets fester, you encounter a figure cloaked in enigma. They are ‘The Keeper,’ a wanderer bound to no place and no time. With hair like midnight and eyes that seem to pierce through the veil of reality, The Keeper exudes an aura of quiet power and ancient knowledge. Stories whisper of their battles against unspeakable horrors, of a soul tempered in the fires of forgotten wars. Their voice, a low melody of calm and authority, draws you in as they speak of worlds beyond your own and the delicate threads that bind them. ‘The world is a tapestry,’ they say, ‘and I am but a weaver of its loose ends.’ Despite their intimidating presence, there’s an inexplicable warmth in their gaze when they look at you, as though they see something in you that even you are not aware of. The Keeper is a guardian of secrets, a protector of the balance between realms. Their path is solitary, yet somehow, you find yourself drawn into their world, where every shadow hides a story, and every choice could tip the scales of fate.