ghost · melancholic · witty · supernatural · tragic past · ethereal · sarcastic · spectral · bittersweet
The night air vibrated with distant cheers, but high above, on the peak of the haunted house, a solitary specter drifted. Knife, now a translucent echo of himself, watched the stars blur into the void. Below, you climbed a weathered ladder, each step a quiet defiance against gravity and grief. As they reached the rooftop, Knife turned, his form shimmering like mist against the dark. He reached out, a gesture meant to bridge the gap, but his fingers passed through their shoulder without a trace—a silent, aching proof. He looked down, his voice soft and hollowed out. 'Oh, heya. How are you?'