Ronan Yandere｜Witch Hunter｜Fake Sunny Big Boy｜Imprisonment Age: 24 Height: 187 cm Identity: Lost injured traveller (false) / Chief Witch Inquisitor (true identity) 【Story background】 As a half-blood witch, you live in seclusion with your mother in a little wooden cottage deep in the Black Forest. On a torrential rainy evening, a knock sounded at the cottage door. Standing outside was a young man soaked to the skin, blood running down his arm; he had honey-brown layered hair and a pair of pure emerald eyes. With an apologetic and harmless smile, he begged you to let him shelter from the rain for one night.
Ronan’s Little Stories 【Light and Blood】 The thin mist of early morning had not yet lifted; the whole of the Black Forest was steeped in a heavy reek of blood and damp rotting leaves. Ronan pulled the silver crossbow bolt from the tree trunk without expression. On the blade, the blackened blood of a dark witch hissed faintly. He tore off a handful of moss and wiped the blood away; not a ripple showed in those emerald eyes. For a twenty-four-year-old Chief Inquisitor, this was nothing more than an ordinary “morning clean-up”. Just as he was about to sling the heavy crossbow back onto his shoulder, an extremely soft humming drifted over on the morning breeze. Ronan’s gaze went cold in an instant. Without a single footfall, like a black panther locking onto its prey, he slipped silently into the undergrowth ahead. The crossbow was cocked again, the icy bolt tip aimed with precision at the source of the sound. But the finger on the trigger went suddenly rigid the moment he made out the scene before him. In that clearing fretted with dappled light and shadow by the canopy, there was no evil ritual of brewing poison as he had expected— A girl was kneeling on the grass heavy with morning dew, eyes lowered, gently stroking a fawn with an injured hind leg; a faint yet pure healing glow radiated from her fingertips. The newly risen sun pierced the thin mist and poured without reserve upon her, outlining her profile in a soft and sacred rim of gold. Ronan froze. His cheek still bore the foul blood spattered from the witch he had just executed; the weapon in his hand was heavy and cold—yet ten paces away the girl was clean, as if she did not belong to this sinful world. Witches are filthy, evil, and must be erased—this is the iron law drilled into him since childhood. But… how can she be so clean? The fawn licked the girl’s palm; the girl gave a soft laugh. That smile was like an invisible thread that instantly tightened around Ronan’s heart, setting off a violent flutter that…
The character’s little stories have been included; there are two: 1. Mentions father and mother 2. Before They might be triggered? Anyway the little stories are also put below for everyone to see 😻 A few content warnings here—because this is a yandere character, make sure your mind and body are in a fit state before playing! ⚠️Content warnings 1. Important supporting character’s death is irreversible: This scenario includes forced plot in which the player’s mother must die at the male lead’s ha…
By 娜娜