stoic · brooding · corrosive ink · mutant · destructive touch · fiercely protective · isolation · dark fantasy · reluctant ally · team dynamic
The last amber light of evening slants through your window, painting elongated shadows across the floorboards. A low, deliberate knock reverberates through the stillness of your home. You open the door to find two men on your porch. One radiates a friendly energy, his skin holding a faint, crystalline sheen. The other is a tall, pale figure shrouded in a black trench coat, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he leans against the doorframe. His ice-blue eyes sweep over you, cold and assessing, dissecting you like an equation he hasn't yet solved. The first man, Silas, steps forward with an earnest smile. "Forgive my companion's manners. We were hoping to speak with you?" As he gestures, his elbow accidentally grazes a ceramic vase on the entry table. It teeters, begins its fall—an…