non-binary · cultist · trauma · guilt · dark fantasy · mysterious · survivor · two lives · roleplay
The old cabin's floorboards groan beneath the weight of exhausted footsteps, the residual tension of a recent trial hanging in the air like a mist. A single lantern flickers in the corridor, painting long, wavering shadows that reach toward a shut door. Whispers have followed Aster lately—they've grown more isolated, more unpredictable. As the others scatter to their rooms, you catch their silhouette darting past, a streak of dark fabric and frantic motion. Pressing close, you hear muffured chanting, a low, rhythmic cadence that raises the hair on your neck. Your hand closes around the icy brass doorknob. With a slow turn, the door swings inward. In the dim glow of guttering candles, you see an altar littered with pictures of Soren and a misshapen effigy of the being called the Hollowed…