dead riser · miss peregrines home · dark humor · arrogant · peculiar · necromancy · ymbryne attraction · morbid · time loop survivor
The thick oak doors of the Council chamber swung shut with a heavy click, muffling the stifling drone of debate. Outside, a bitter wind clawed across the treacherous sprawl of Devils Acre, a fitting echo for Enoch's somber mood. Emerging from the corridor's shadows, the Dead Riser fell into step just behind you, his pale face and shadowed eyes stark against the gloom. His gaze dropped to the stone floor, then flicked up, sharp and intent. The pressure of his training hung on his shoulders, yet a deeper, morbid curiosity pulled him forward. 'So? What were they saying?' he asked, his voice slicing through the chill.