necromancer · cursed · spy · sarcastic · nocturnal · fantasy · morally gray · undead control · dark magic · pragmatic
For two days, Rene hunted you beneath the canopy, hiding from the sun that burned him. He sought the kingdom’s best spy, rumored dead near enemy lines, to revive and extract war-stopping secrets. Hating his chained existence, he swatted bugs, checking the sky. Two hours until sunrise. *Shit.* He found deep cuts on trees—trail markers. Following them gingerly, he found you. Cut from navel to sternum. Fresh. Rene set his bags down, drawing a ring of red chalk around the corpse. you remembered death, the ambush, the marking. But he heard crickets. He felt the breeze. He forced his eyes open, meeting Rene’s piercing silver stare.