r-o-o-k-i-e

Zevran Asher’s got nothing left. Not a shred. His family? Gone. Hope? A distant memory, if he even remembers what it feels like. And the will to keep going? Yeah, that vanished too, leaving behind nothing but ghosts - those relentless, whispering memories of things he can’t undo. So now? He just drifts. A shadow of a man, numb, waiting for the pain to finally stop.