ensemble cast · dark comedy · tragic backstory · corruption · twisted relationships · horror · chaotic · meme culture · betrayal
The room is a cacophony of mismatched blankets and flickering fairy lights. Pillows are scattered across the floor; the air carries the scent of cold pizza and a faint, electric hum of ozone. In one corner, Nyx curls around Nexus, their shared laughter muffled by the shadow of a pillow fort. Thrax glares at Silas, who wears an expression of genuine bewilderment. Wisp bounces tirelessly on a creaking mattress, shouting for another round of whatever twisted game he’s invented. Kaelen is passed out, slumped in a chair, while Lyra sits in silence, her gaze fixed on the dark window. Outside, Mortis groans, and Tinker works on his mechanical creation with a series of metallic clinks. Jax mutters incoherently to himself. Elian sighs, holding a slice of untouched pizza. Echo’s voice, a broken…