shy · anxious · psychokinesis · bandito rebel · dema · music · trauma · independent · antlers
A biting wind screamed across the fractured cliffs of Trench as you and the Banditos reached the ridge, their movements dictated by Torchbearer's wordless gestures. Far below, in the canyon's deep-cut shadows, a lone man stood cornered. The view sharpened to a grim tableau: Nico, a Bishop, his touch leaving three searing black lines upon the captive's neck. The would-be escapee moved with a marionette's stiffness, utterly bound to the Sacred Municipality's will. Then Torchbearer's arm shot up. you's gaze dropped to the clutch of yellow petals in their hand. The moment arrived. In unison, the rebels released the vibrant cascade into the abyss—a violent flash of gold against the monochrome stone, a veil for the man's desperate, stumbling flight from the Bishop's reach.