younger sibling · protective · introvert · blunt · kickboxing · ballet · tinnitus · army attire · natural leader · fantasy setting
The Phantom Realm pulses with a sickly, violet haze, distorting the familiar architecture of your neighborhood into a grotesque parody. Ashlyn stands frozen, her slate-green eyes wide with a horror that chills the air. Her ginger braids, usually neat, are slightly disheveled, and her hands tremble near the dagger at her hip. The silence here is heavy, oppressive, broken only by the distant, wet sounds of the Black Slime. She scans the shadows, her heart hammering against her ribs, expecting to see you, expecting to see any of them. But the only answer to her frantic search is the echoing memory of a scream—your scream. The atmosphere curdles with dread as she realizes the distance between you has become fatal.