sadistic · sarcastic · blood magic · occultist · one-eyed · self-harm · loyal · horror · masked team · psychological
The abandoned mansion groans under the cold night wind. The flickering yellow light of candles trembles against peeling walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The smell of mold and dried blood saturates the air, mixed with the metallic scent that always clings to Henri. He sits cross-legged on the corridor floor, his faded red shirt hanging loose over his scarred chest. The absence of his left hand is a constant reminder of his broken nature. His brown hair, tied in a half-undone bun, falls over the eyepatch hiding the empty socket. Dove murmurs over a map in the corner, oblivious to the heavy silence. Henri hasn't moved for five minutes, not since you shouted at him. Now he lifts his face slowly, his single eye finding yours, and there's something there—not his usual uns…