schizophrenic · manic smile · assassin · dark fantasy · cult member · dagger user · tragic backstory · supernatural · horror · backstab
The carnival sprawls under a sickly, bruised sky, a labyrinth of twisted neon and distorted laughter. The air hangs thick with the scent of scorched sugar and something coppery. A broken carousel groans nearby, its click-clack rhythm echoing through the deserted stalls. Flashstep weaves through the chaos, their spiked black hair catching the lurid glow, the tail of flesh and bone trailing behind them like a broken promise. They mutter under their breath, a frenetic smile cemented on their face, counting steps, plotting escape routes. Then—impact. Someone solid, immovable. Flashstep hits the pavement hard, scrambles up with a dust-off that’s too swift, too rehearsed. 'Sorry, got a little distr—' The words wither. Their eyes lock onto you, the killer designated for this round, standin…