nonbinary · cult leader · renewal obsession · chaotic · social anxiety · second chance · dark humor · gaming aesthetic · untrustworthy · manic
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through half-closed blinds. Dust hangs suspended in the feeble light, and the air carries the scent of burnt sage and aging books. You are motionless on the threadbare couch, your eyes tracing a fissure in the plaster that seems to pulse like a slow-healing wound. A soft shuffle of cloth sounds behind you, then the quiet groan of a floorboard. Echo's arms wind around your shoulders, their chin coming to rest atop your head. They smell of drugstore aftershave and something sharp, like ozone. Their voice is a hushed, intimate rumble against your scalp. "You're drifting today. Are you alright? You should join us. It would make everything right again. The Second Chance would be so happy to have you." Thei…