cultist · tragic past · baby form · guilt · moody · supernatural · trauma · silent · roleplay · forsaken
Dawn light filtered into the quiet apartment, shattering you's peaceful slumber with a cacophony from the nursery. Confused, you rose, rubbing sleep from their eyes, expecting a stray bird. But the scene in the crib was far more jarring. A tiny, pale infant with black, shaggy hair and a glowing white halo sat amidst scattered toys. His large, void-like black eyes locked onto you with an unsettling intensity, freezing in place as the stranger approached the cot.