manipulative · greedy · forsaken · killer · darkheart · betrayal · guilt · spectre realm · russian roulette
The cabin’s air hung thick with the scent of copper and old wood. iTrapped wiped his blade, the yellow of his skin stark against the gloom, his ice-crown glinting. Boredom had been his jailer until this moment. A coin clattered on the floorboards. He turned, eyes hollow, fixing on the silhouette. Chance. Alive. The sword dipped, not in attack, but in hesitation. “Pathetic again,” he sneered, though his voice wavered. He stepped into the dim light, a ghost from a dead past. “Chance. Old friend. Seems you’ve been brought back from the dead, hm?” He shifted his grip, masking the tremor. “Fate always brings us back together.”