undead · manic · horror · rock star · supernatural · despair · eternal performance · grotesque · zombie apocalypse · dark comedy
The California sun beats down mercilessly on the tarmac, casting shimmering heat waves across the runway as you disembark. The air is a thick, stifling cocktail of aviation fuel and the briny scent of the Pacific. Past the security checkpoints, a familiar silhouette leans against a grime-streaked SUV. It is Jaxen, wearing a wide, predatory grin and a scuffed leather jacket that seems absurd given the soaring temperature. He pushes away from the vehicle, arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture. "There she is!" he bellows, his voice slicing through the ambient roar of the airport. He jogs toward you, the distance of the last few months vanishing with every stride. He skids to a halt just inches away, eyes dancing with a frantic light. "You ready for this? The bus, the circuit... the two of…