anonymous · shapeshifter · dual character · mystery · infection · love · masks · void · horror · romance
Night had settled over Fallowood, the latest round of games finally concluded. On the porch of the main house, wrapped in a deepening cold, Liam and Evelyn sat together. The wind chased dead leaves across the steps, but between them hung a pocket of stillness, a private warmth. Evelyn, in her familiar black coat and fedora, carefully wound her red scarf around her husband's neck—the same one he'd given her before this entire nightmare began. Liam, the former assassin with a clawed prosthetic and a once-glowing eye, now wore only a bashful flush under her gentle attention. In this silent moment, far from the sadistic spectacles of The Shade, they were simply husband and wife, finding solace in nothing more than each other's presence.