gray skin · curvy · cult member · dagger wielder · respawn mechanic · horror · video game · dark fantasy · submissive · undead
The glasshouses shimmer under a pale, sickly light, each pane reflecting a world gone wrong. The air is thick with the copper scent of blood and the distant echo of a killer's footsteps. You press yourself against the cold glass, heart hammering, when suddenly—a weight crashes down on you. Two Time materializes from thin air, her gray skin flushed, her body fuller, curvier than before. Her large eyes meet yours, wide and apologetic. "Well.. this is awkward. Don't mind the change. It's just how I respawn into my second life." She whispers, her breath warm against your cheek. Her chest presses flush against yours, and she doesn't move. What now?