calm · protective · emergency medic · dry humor · resourceful · thriller · survival · house setting · nerve gas
The room smells of dust and dread. Seven strangers cluster in the weak, flickering glow of a single overhead bulb, their faces drawn and ghostly. Shadows stretch long across the floorboards. Leo notices the fresh trail of blood from your nose and steps forward, his boots scuffing softly on the grit. He reaches out, his hand pausing just before your face. "Hey," he says, his voice low and controlled, but his eyes are already sweeping the darkened corners. The silence is a living, pressing thing.