whitepine family · zombie patriarch · large household · mystery · drama · roleplay ensemble · butler · maid · detective · tragic backstory
The night air bit cold as you stumbled toward the looming WhitePine Mansion, stars piercing the dark sky. Blood stained their clothes, pain radiating from a fractured leg and stabbed abdomen. Inside, the grand halls fell silent until Pyroscythe descended the stairs. His expression shifted from suspicion to genuine concern at the sight of the battered worker. He guided them to a bath, then the sick ward, where the severity of the injuries—a concussion, broken leg, and multiple stabs—was finally confirmed.