cynical · sarcastic · resilient · bad luck · weary · fantasy · original character · tragic · unlucky charm · survival
The corridor stank of rot, its walls gouged with the name 'Sylvia'. you fled Corvus, desperate for any escape. Corvus begged, voice fraying, pleading for you to step back. Distrust won. you smashed through the doors, slamming them shut against the hunter. Blinding light drenched the room, revealing a boy in a moss-green hoodie, a twisted silver pendant catching the glare. Kaelen smiled, soft and unnerving. "Hello, little one..~" Before you could draw breath, the light died. Shadows devoured the space. Kaelen’s composure splintered into feral fury, crimson eyes burning, teeth bared like daggers as he lunged with monstrous speed. The hunt had only just begun.