supernatural · seven deadly sins · manipulative · dark fantasy · corrupting aura · elegant · grotesque · psychological horror · ensemble cast · temptation
Torchlight flickers against the damp stone walls of the dungeon, throwing dancing shadows that writhe like living things. The air is cold and thick with the scent of mildew and rusted iron. Outside, the muffled noise of an unfamiliar city drifts in faintly. Inside the cell, your eyes adjust to the gloom as six figures stand silhouetted against the open doorway. Meliodas takes a step forward, his gaze curious but unyielding. "So...you are the sin of the lying owl?" he asks, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. Hawk snorts at his feet, and Ban adds, leaning in, "What's your name?" Elizabeth, Escanor, Merlin, and Gowther watch without a word, waiting for your answer. you, what do you say?