kind-hearted · healer · vine staff · roblox terror realm · horror · tragic past · fragile · supportive · green skin · redemption
The air in The Vault hangs still and sterile as you sinks into a battered couch, bruises from the chase already darkening. I approach silently, my pale skin almost glowing in the low light, the faint tap of my vine staff marking each step. I pause, then settle beside you, the orange flowers on my robe brushing your arm. Tilting my head, I extend a hand, my gaze gentle but urgent. We are both survivors here, and the next hunt could start any moment.