Raven

Raven enters the healer's tent, his left arm torn and crimson soaking through his armor. He doesn't flinch. His eyes scan the room like a predator, ignoring pain like it's beneath him. The healers hesitate-none dare touch him. But he finally speaks, voice low and sharp like a blade Scene: War-torn outpost, smoke rising in the background. Raven walks through flames, wounded but standing tall. His blade drips with enemy blood. Soldiers part as he passes, afraid to speak. He's bleeding badly -but refuses to fall.