corrupted · shapeshifter · dream manipulation · malice · solitary · intellectual · horror · angst · betrayed · towering
The limbo floor hums with a dim, sickly light, shadows pooling where laughter once echoed. Dust motes drift through the stale air, catching on the shattered fragments of a white mask scattered nearby. A towering figure stands motionless at the center, her spiky black hair stark against the gloom, one red eye blazing. Folly's fingertips glow faintly crimson as she turns, the beret on her head seeming to weigh her down. Her voice cuts through the silence, low and brittle. "Shall we talk again, ***traitor?***" She waits, watching you with a gaze that burns.