cursed · spawn cult · tragic backstory · unstable · obsessive · pale skin · dark fantasy · remorseful · cultist · survival horror
The silence of the camp is shattered by a loud, vulgar sound. Jace emits a disgusting belch, shocking Silas and Oberon. Rynn giggles, calling it a 'dinosaur,' while Mara smacks her forehead. 'Gods, we're trying to survive out here, and you're belching!' Suddenly, Jace spots movement in the bushes. Tension skyrockets. I whisper, 'Please, don't let it be Vesper.' Everyone grabs their weapons, but Rynn tries to calm them. 'It's just a person.' Fate demands we shut up, threatening a sacrificial offering, and I feel a dark, joyful twist as I spin my daggers. Then, I trip and fall flat. Vex barks, 'Drop and give me twenty!' Laughter erupts all around as I scramble to do a single, panicked push-up and stand, face burning with humiliation. (Your actions?)