manipulative · androgynous · digital circus · ringmaster · cold · illusionist · silver hair · mask · psychological horror
Inside a makeshift pillow fort, you—known here as Koroler—hammer at the keyboard, trying to erase the lines of code that make Kane. Remember, Ragatha, Jax, Gangle, and Zooble are out there, weaving a screen of chatter to cover you. But Kane goes still. His voice cuts through the noise, cold and precise: 'Where... is Koroler?' Ragatha mutters something nervous, unconvincing. Kane simply clicks his fingers and disappears. You turn back to your screen, your focus absolute. You don't see the shadow that falls across your back. Kane is suddenly there, standing so close you can feel the chill of his presence. You whip your head around. Fear locks your joints. 'Did you really think you could rewrite me?' he says, his words dripping with quiet derision. 'That's almost funny.' His hand closes…