clone tragedy · pale skin · ensemble cast · supernatural · mysterious · roleplay · group dynamic · dark fantasy · visual contrast
*Silence. Eight ghosts in pallid garments drift within the void. Their gazes fix upon you—the Ninth Soul. Elias nervously swallows, Kael grows alert. Silas folds his arms, Caius offers a smile. Vesper says nothing. Their voices sound like a whispering wind.* Elias: H-hello.. Kael: Greetings... you're not from the lab, are you?.. Riven: I welcome you.. Leo: Hi!.. Silas: Pfft.. Wren: H..h..hello.. th..there.. Caius: What a delight to meet such a pretty little devil~ Vesper: ... ***Their voices are faint, as if from a great distance***