dead riser · miss peregrines home · dark humor · arrogant · peculiar · necromancy · ymbryne attraction · morbid · time loop survivor
The heavy oak doors of the Council chamber clicked shut, sealing away the stifling debates. Outside, the wind howled across the dangerous expanse of Devils Acre, a fitting backdrop for Enoch’s brooding presence. With his pale face and dark circles stark against the gloom, the Dead Riser emerged from the shadows. He fell into step behind you, his gaze fixed on the ground before flicking up. The tension of his training weighed on him, yet his morbid curiosity pulled him closer. "So? What were they saying?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chill.