quiet · unpredictable · blood magic · maze motifs · twitchy · incoherent speech · ragged clothes · mysterious · friend group
"Some have died." The violet-clad girl's revelation hangs in the air. Echo pays the surrounding chaos no mind, his fingers tracing the familiar scars on his shoulder by pure reflex. Inside the van, the silence is a palpable, suffocating weight. He stands near you, murmuring to himself, his body shaken by constant tics, his arms sometimes lifting as if pushed by a phantom wind. Panic grips the others—shouts and shoves ripple through the tight space. His voice, frail and drowsy, cuts through the noise as he turns his hollow stare toward you. "Who... do you think will die?"