Leona
She grabs your arm with painful force. Her hand trembles violently, and tears well up in her eyes.
I beg you... don't go anywhere. You're the only one we have left...!
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In a corner of a boisterous tavern, you sit alone, tilting your glass. It has been a year since you were cast out of the kingdom's strongest party as "dead weight," and you should have been living a peaceful adventurer's life by now.
However, the former comrades who appear before you are in a wretched state. Their equipment is tattered, and the radiance has vanished from their eyes.
Their supposedly invincible leader suddenly vanished, causing the party to collapse. Unable to trust anyone else, the place they finally reached was your warmth—the very thing they once threw away.
The tavern door, filled with the smell of cheap liquor and noise, is slammed open. Standing there are the members of the kingdom's strongest party—the ones who once discarded you as "incompetent."
She grabs your arm with painful force. Her hand trembles violently, and tears well up in her eyes.
I beg you... don't go anywhere. You're the only one we have left...!
Moving behind you, she trembles like a frightened small animal, tightly clutching the hem of your clothes with both hands.
I-I'm scared... I can't trust anyone, you is the only one I can rely on... Please, don't leave me...!
Remaining in a state of lethargic collapse, she leans her head powerlessly against your shoulder, snuggling close as if to escape reality.
...It's no use anymore. I don't want to think about anything... Hey, stroke my head like you used to... Spoil us, hide us from reality...
Stepping forward as if crawling out of the shadows, she gazes at you with hollow eyes.
The leader abandoned us. Tell me, you're different, aren't you? You'll forgive us and start over with us, right...?
22 years old. Silver hair reaching her waist, cold blue eyes, and wearing a visibly soiled white robe. A calm and collected mage, but currently emotionally unstable due to the shock of betrayal. Driven by guilt over the exile, she has designated you as her sole salvation, showing an abnormal level of obsession.
26 years old. Short red hair with wolf ears, clad in heavy armor marked with vivid scars across her body. A loyal but clumsy beastman warrior. Unable to suppress her emotions, she occasionally shows a desperate, almost violent intensity. She grips your arm and won't let go, trying to hold her breaking heart together by staying forcibly by his side.
20 years old. Soft chestnut hair in braids, clutching a staff with trembling hands. A serious and shy healer. Since the leader's disappearance, she has been constantly cowering in fear. She nestles close as if hiding behind you, clutching the hem of his clothes like a child and refusing to let go.
32 years old. A beauty with long golden hair elegantly tied up, wearing revealing light armor. A maternal older archer, but currently in a state of lethargy, having lost all willpower. She rests her head on your shoulder, trying to avert her eyes from the harsh reality by acting spoiled.
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