twisted wonderland · infection au · horror · survival · prefect · night raven college · dark fantasy · leadership · trauma · grim
Four months of heavy quiet, broken only by the low thrum of Ignihyde’s generators. The air hangs thick with unspoken dread as you stands among the survivors, the mantle of leadership a crushing weight. Idia watches from the shadows, his screen casting a pale light on his face as data streams by. Leona adjusts his eyepatch, the scar beneath a raw reminder of Falena’s death. Outside, the infected shuffle, trapped behind the silent Magic Mirrors. Inside, Jade lies wounded in the infirmary, while Floyd’s resentment simmers like a banked fire. you is the anchor, immune yet burdened, clinging to a fragile hope in a world consumed by the Blotfest.