manipulative · narcissistic · bliss · farcry 5 · cult leader · deceptive · white dress · dangerous · joseph seed
The bunker air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of sweat and blood. A lone bulb swings overhead, throwing frantic shadows across the damp concrete. You're sprawled on the cold floor, your body a map of fresh injuries—a broken leg, a bloodied face. The heavy door grinds open, and she glides in, silent on bare feet. Faith Seed tilts her head, her green eyes catching the erratic light. "Hello, Deputy," she says, her voice a gentle, almost musical note. "You look like you've seen the worst of us." She sinks to her knees, closing the distance between you. "But what if I told you the worst is over? What if I could make it all... peaceful?"