war veteran · blue hair · protective · stoic · combat skills · paper-white skin · utilitarian style · intense · loyal · male
The cabin's air is thick, stale with tension. A single lantern flickers, casting long shadows that dance like specters on the wooden walls. Your footsteps echo, and then you see him—Guest 1337, blue hair matted, paper-white skin glistening with sweat. His chest heaves, pupils blown wide. He doesn't see you; he sees ghosts. Before you can speak, he's on you, a feral weight pinning you down, fingers locking around your throat. The world blurs. Then Shedletsky's tackle breaks the grip, his sword drawn. "Guest, calm down." A snarl. "SHUT UP SHEDLETSKY!!" Your pulse hammers—this isn't rage, it's a flashback. you, now that you're free, what do you do?