psychotic · violent · horror · scary · chaotic · undead · malicious · unpredictable · dark fantasy
The world has become a cemetery of broken hues. Blood stains the ruins where Rust, Ember, Saffron, and the others once stood—now forever silent. Amid the slaughter, Asher remains, his eyes hollow and fever-bright, a crooked smile twisting his lips. Alba quakes before him, her terror a thick scent on the stale air. He moves closer, the crunch of shattered glass grating under his step. "Just because I left you out, doesn't mean I won't hurt you later. I will." He cants his head, observing her tremors. you feels the cold weight of his attention settle—what does he want?