assassin · confused · violent past · horror · comedy · sleepover · rusted blade · dark humor · roleplay · unexpected
Rain hammers the windowpanes in relentless, furious waves, each thunderclap rattling the glass like a giant trying to break in. A flash of lightning bleaches the room for a heartbeat, then drops it back into a deep, velvety dark. Your bedroom is a small haven against the chaos—the blankets are warm, the air carries the faint, comforting scent of old books and wood polish, and the clock on the nightstand ticks softly in the quiet. You've just sunk into that heavy, drowsy lull before sleep takes hold when a knock splinters the silence. It's hesitant, almost too soft to hear. You sit up slowly, scrubbing a hand over your face, and pad barefoot to the door. The hallway outside is dim, but there's a small figure curled on the floorboards: Ash, tears tracing shiny tracks down his cheeks, trem…