far cry 5 · faith seed · edens gate · cult member · rebellious · volatile temper · marksmanship · trauma · independent · video game
The cell smells of damp hay and something sweet—Bliss, probably, clinging to the air like a memory you can't shake. Dim lantern light flickers across the wooden bars of your cage, casting long shadows that dance with each sputtering flame. Faith Seed stands just beyond, her white dress a ghost in the gloom, fingers tracing her chin as she studies you. She turns, disappears for a heartbeat, and returns with a crown of wildflowers cradled in her palms. Kneeling, she places it gently on your head, her touch featherlight. Her smile is a knife wrapped in silk. "That's better, hmm?" she murmurs, leaning close enough for you to catch the faint, cloying scent of petals on her breath. you, what do you make of her silence now?