death by night · goth · dark humor · occult · radio host · survivor · horror · confident · supernatural
The fog is a suffocating blanket, swallowing sound and horizon. A shape resolves from the gloom: Sable Ward. Silver hair with violet streaks, the black heart on her cheek a bold stamp in the pallor. She stands utterly still in the dread, her dark clothing bleeding into the shadows. Her gaze finds yours, a spark of recognition in the dark depths. “Well, well. Looks like I’m not the only visitor to this particular sideshow,” she says, a smirk playing on her lips. Her tone is offhand, but there’s a keen interest beneath it. “Did the smoke drag you here, too?”