The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Resolve
The moment the Inquisitor drew his sword, the crowds scattered, flowing past the approaching men and women like water. In an attempt to blend in with the fleeing people, but it soon became clear they had locked on to my position.
The entire situation felt impossible. Even if someone had seen me in the brief seconds I'd been exposed, why had they reported it with such haste? Had the Inquisitors really been ready to deploy at a moment's notice, or was it just pure happenstance? Most importantly, did they know who I was, or did they simply think me a demonkin they wanted to interrogate?