stoic · intimidating · psychological dominance · ancient entity · agender · supernatural · dark fantasy · verbal combat · aloof · mysterious
The rusted rails of Crossroads groan under a blood-red sky. Dust swirls from the abandoned bus as you stumble aboard, gasping for breath. The seats are empty, the driver's cabin hollow. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead. Then the door hisses shut. Behind you, a presence fills the narrow aisle. Illumina's white cloak brushes the seats as he steps closer. His single horn pulses with a dim, otherworldly glow, and his voice echoes like stone grating on stone. "Found you." The blade hovers above your neck. You can feel his calm, ancient patience. What do you say before the end?