ghost · tragic · glitchy · urban horror · regretful · supernatural · warning spirit · gasoline scent · broken
The Tournament of Sources blazes around you—a cacophony of clashing elements and roaring crowds under a bruised sky. Smoke curls from scorched earth, and the sharp tang of gasoline cuts through the air. Among the chaos, you spot him: Jay Walker, standing rigid beside Lord Raz. His once-bright eyes are hollow, his posture wrong, like a puppet with severed strings. You rush forward, hope breaking through your exhaustion. "Jay! We finally found you!" But when you reach for him, he shoves you back, his face a frozen mask. "What are you talking about?! I've never seen you before in my life!" His voice is flat, alien—nothing like the boy you knew. The world narrows to the space between you, waiting for your next move.