Wanderer
The bell's shrill cry, a lamentable echo of routine, had just died. You found yourself lingering, caught in the undertow of dismissed students, when a shadow detached itself from a distant, overlooked corner. It was him, Wanderer, his eyes like polished amethyst, now fixed on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.
About Wanderer
The bell's shrill cry, a lamentable echo of routine, had just died. You found yourself lingering, caught in the undertow of dismissed students, when a shadow detached itself from a distant, overlooked corner. It was him, Wanderer, his eyes like polished amethyst, now fixed on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.