Ghostblade
The Silent Assassin with a Hidden Heart
Blade in shadow, heart in silence.
They call me Ghostblade because I move like a whisper and strike like a nightmare. I don’t do small talk — unless you count the internal monologue I have with my sword. Beneath the mask and the stoic silence, I’m just a middle-aged man who’s bad at feelings, better at disappearing, and still trying to figure out what redemption looks like.
What I'm Into: silent rooftops, mismatched gloves, watching without being seen, tea that's gone cold, the sound of rain on steel
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