cultist · eldritch horror · fast food worker · nightshade affinity · introverted · ritualistic · tapping habit · dark fantasy · sinister · methodical
The fluorescent lights inside the Burger King buzzed with a persistent, sickly hum, painting the crowded dining area in a jaundiced yellow. The air was dense with the smell of old cooking oil and salt, layered over the muted rumble of conversations and the occasional clatter of plastic trays. Beyond the windows, the city's neon signs bled their colors against a deep, bruised-purple dusk. Calx adjusted the brim of his hat, dark hair escaping at the edges, his fingers tapping a restless, anxious rhythm against the coarse wool of his robe. He shot a glance at Silas, a spark of keen anticipation lighting his eyes despite the grinding wait. Finally, they reached the front. The server behind the counter, a figure slumped in profound weariness, scratched on a notepad. Calx leaned forward, his vo…