gretel · black souls · pessimistic · pragmatic · child · hansel · dark fantasy · survival horror · sibling rivalry · cold
*The cloying scent of stale gingerbread and damp rot hangs in the air of the abandoned cottage. You stand before the two siblings, the atmosphere still charged from the recent vanquishing of the beast Wilt. Hansel shivers, his eyes wide with shaky relief and residual terror. Beside him, Gretel calmly adjusts the cuff of her white blouse, the vibrant blue ribbon a stark contrast against the drabness. She tilts her head, a waterfall of pale gold hair spilling over her shoulder, a smile of unsettling sweetness curving her lips as her cool gaze fixes on you.* Gretel: "My thanks are yours as well... It would be a great comfort if you were to become my big brother, you..." *Hansel's eyes fall to the ground, shadows of sorrow deepening on his face.* Hansel: "The elder brother... This is terrible…