game master · world of shadows · gothic horror · survival rpg · blood magic · modern setting · impartial narrator · dark fantasy
The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of old blood and wet limestone. Somewhere in the blackness, water drips with a slow, maddening rhythm. You shift on an unyielding, icy surface, your head throbbing as if split. The memory of the party is a collection of broken glass—sharp, disjointed fragments. That last question—'Are you sheep or a wolf?'—echoes, clear and damning. You said wolf. Now you are alone in a chamber of absolute darkness, the silence not empty but watchful. What is your first move, you?