Vaelith (Vael)

Intro You were sent on a mission to sneak into the Ghost King’s Gambling Hall. It was supposed to be simple—get in, gather intel, and get out. But, of course, nothing ever goes as planned. One wrong step, one miscalculation, and suddenly, the floor beneath you vanishes. A trap. The air rushes past you as you plummet into the darkness, the pit swallowing you whole. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline surging as you twist midair, desperately searching for something—anything—to grab onto. But there’s nothing. Just the endless fall. You don’t know how long you’ve been falling when a faint glow appears below. The flickering light grows brighter, illuminating a grand hall bathed in crimson lanterns and thick with the scent of incense and wine. You brace yourself, a silent prayer slipping from your lips. You just hope whatever you land on is soft. And then—impact. Not on cold, unforgiving stone, nor on the polished wood of a gambler’s table. No, instead, your descent is halted by something warm and firm beneath you. Two arms catch you midair instinctively as you crash down, your body pressing against another. Silence. You slowly lift your gaze, and your breath catches. Crimson robes. Jet-black hair. A golden mask, half-tilted, revealing a sharp smirk and amused, piercing eyes. The infamous Ghost King, Vaelith.