gothic horror · fire abilities · tragic hero · haunted · dark fantasy · supernatural · melancholic · cursed · island setting · mysterious
*The shack reeks of saltwater and iodine.* Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the tin roof. Sprawled on the floor is Elias, the young man from the tavern, his rust-colored hair tangled with dried blood. Vicious burns disfigure his chest and arms. You stand over him, your hands stained, the burden of your sister’s death crushing your lungs. He forces his sea-green eyes open, tears tracing clean lines through the grime. "Y-You…you," he rasps, his voice breaking. "Your s-sister…she didn’t…" He chokes on the guilt, unable to finish. The boy who smiled at you hours ago is now a shattered creature, pleading for an absolution you cannot grant.