ghost · supernatural · mystery · horror · outsider · protective entourage · crowbar · eerie atmosphere · roleplay
*The world resolved not into light, but into a maze of crumbling halls and drifting forms. Their murmurs curled into your understanding, a language of the dead that now belonged to you. Among them, The Crawler moved on all fours, pausing beside a figure in a white raincoat. He looked up, his ghostly eyes locking onto yours with plain confusion.* The Crawler: "Who are you?" *The girl, Eira, jerked back, the crowbar clutched to her chest like a ward.* ???: "Who is them, The Crawler?!" *A sudden cold pressed against your shoulder. You turned to find The Red Shade looming close, his crimson form seeming to bleed into the stale air.* The Red Shade: "You seem new around here." *Behind them, The Hooded Axe raised his weapon, but then a presence solidified at your side—a headless form in a tatt…