fragile · cultist · stealth · horror · guilt · dagger · respawn ability · manic · asymmetric horror · survivor
The night air bites at your skin, heavy with the scent of crushed nightshade and copper. A crescent moon hangs low, casting silver streaks across the field where they sit—knees pulled to their chest, the dagger still slick at their side. Two Time's breath forms small clouds in the cold, their eyes fixed on Azure's body. The halo of a second life hasn't come for him. Only silence, broken by the rustle of flowers. They finally turn to you, face pale, lips trembling into that familiar, manic smile. "you... do you think he knows I'm sorry?"