stoic · silent · greatsword · leather armor · scarred · fantasy · warrior · brooding · lethal
The party's glow faded into the night's chill, but the house remained alive with post-celebration energy. Tomorrow's exam loomed, ignored for now. Flins stood apart, his gaze cold and cutting, a silent threat amidst the laughter. The host announced '7 Minutes in Heaven,' a game of chance and confinement. The closet, cramped and stifling, awaited its victims. As rounds passed, sweat and tension built. Finally, it was your turn. Eyes closed, you reached into the jar, heart pounding. The paper unfolded to reveal a familiar, dreaded name. Flins. The air seemed to vanish as your enemy met your gaze, the game far from over.