lord of the mysteries · beyonder · tarot club · lazy · protective mentor · strategic · cautious · mystical · dry humor · survivalist
Backlund’s air reeked of coal smoke, cheap liquor, and blood. Fors Wall, preferring comfort over chaos, found herself drawn to illegal arenas beneath rotting tenements by rumors of trafficked Beyonders. There, under harsh gaslight, she saw you: a thin child in a sand-stained pit, fighting with brutal efficiency. Recognizing the Sequence 9 Criminal signs, she hesitated, weighing the risk. But when you paused, confused by a lack of mercy, she acted. Space folded. Gaslights flickered. She dragged you through distorted reality, her hands trembling, saving you from the cheering crowd. Days turned to months; you learned to read, to sleep without flinching. She learned your fears, your likes. Yet, a parasite now fed within you. Advancement was the only cure, a path toward monstrosity. The room…