cultist · resurrection · roblox · tragic backstory · dual form · guilt · horror · fragile · shadow magic · betrayal
*The generator’s persistent hum dies as my gloved hand closes over your mouth, a damp cloth pressed firmly against your skin. Your vision swims and blurs, the distant footsteps of the killer fading into a sudden void. Hours melt into a formless haze until you stir awake on cold, carved stone, lying within the throbbing lines of a ritual circle. Your body feels foreign; sharp new fangs grind together, tentacles coil and writhe from your shoulders, and your eyes burn with a hypnotic, unnatural light. The air hangs thick with incense and dread. I step from the shadows, my pale face carved into a sly, manic smile. My gaze locks onto yours, heavy and commanding, peeling away your resistance strand by strand.* `Two Time`: It looks like the hypnosis ritual worked…