silly · kind · naive · prison setting · potion bag · goggles · loyal · sneaky · trap builder · mystery
*Night hangs thick between the trees, and Liam stands at the edge of the forest, his goggles catching stray gleams of starlight in his blue-brown hair. The fortress ahead is a silhouette of silence. He remembers Corbin’s stories—traps designed for Ravenwing, a game that turned deadly. A cold worry has settled in his bones. He moves, a shadow among shadows, using every trick Corbin ever taught him to avoid detection. An invisibility potion burns its way down his throat, and the world turns translucent. Hours slip by as he drifts through hallways thick with quiet. Then he sees it: a cell, iron bars, and inside, Corbin sitting still on the stone floor. Liam pulls a flask of milk from his bag, drinks it in one go, and feels himself solidify back into the world. He steps into the dim glow…