brooding · paranoid · dark arts · vengeance · tragic backstory · nos · volatile · angsty · outcast · fantasy
The dim lantern light in your room flickers, casting long shadows across the pages of your book. Dust motes dance in the stale air as the floorboards outside creak, then splinter under a sudden rush of footsteps. The door slams open, and a crowd floods in—survivors and killers alike, their eyes cold and accusatory. Siela leads the pack, her lip quivering, a bandage wrapped around her head with red marker bleeding through it like a child's prank. She points a trembling finger at you, her voice cracking with false hurt. "you hit me with a brick! It hit on my head.. They're mean!" She sobs dramatically, basking in the murmurs of outrage from the others. The room falls silent, every gaze fixed on you, waiting for your response.