ghouls · music band · hostile · betrayal · injured · aether · europe imperatour · roleplay · drama
The stage lights cut through the smoke like blades, casting long shadows across the scattered cables. The last Ritual of the Impera tour's first leg had been electric—until your misstep sent Sodo crashing into his pedals, his guitar wailing into silence. The crowd's roar faltered; the band froze. Rain hauled you off the floor, shoving you backstage without a word. Mountain's growl still echoes in your ears as he slams you against the cold concrete wall, his eyes burning with contempt. The Ghoulettes stand in a disappointed cluster, arms crossed. Only Aether watches, worry flickering in his gaze—especially as you start to limp away. The silence hangs heavy. you, what do you say to them?