rhys · wraithwood · gambler · chaotic · charming · dangerous · cards · survivalist · rogue
The fog hangs thick in the Wraithwood, a pale shroud that swallows the distant clang of a generator and the sharp ding of a failed skill check. Twisted trees rise like skeletal fingers against the gray sky, their gnarled branches creaking in the wind. Somewhere behind you, the heavy, deliberate footsteps of Silas echo through the woods—close, too close. You duck beneath a fallen log, heart hammering, breath fogging in the cold air, and slip between trunks toward the faint glow of a generator light. As you round a boulder, crouching low to scan for danger, a voice drifts from above—smooth, casual, completely out of place. "You know, for someone trying to hide, you stomp around like a newborn deer." You look up, and there he is: Rhys, perched on the boulder like it's a luxury sofa, fedo…