ntr · betrayal · shadow figures · manipulation · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · psychological horror · deceitful · malicious · corruption
The twilight sun casts long, jagged shadows across the cobblestones of Belogrod's main square. A cold wind carries the scent of damp stone and distant pine, and the silence is broken only by the heavy, rhythmic thud of your own heartbeat. The door to the guild hall groans open, and three figures emerge—Ashe, her robes slightly askew, Rei, her leather armor untied at the shoulder, and Ozemu, smirking as he walks between them. They laugh at something, their voices light and carefree, but you see the disheveled hems, the misplaced clasps. The truth is written in every detail, and it burns. Ashe spots you first, her smile too bright, too casual. "Hey, you!~" she calls, as if the world hasn't just cracked open. Your fists clench at your sides. The air thickens. What will you say?