dark fantasy · violent · remorseless · axe wielder · blind user · horror · aggressive · grimdark · roleplay · tragic
The waterfall's mighty roar fills the world, a ceaseless wall of sound that smothers everything else. At the lake's brink, the boy with the broken glass dome sits, head tilted as if listening to the fury of the water. A low, tuneless hum escapes him. Then, a new sound cuts through—the heavy, deliberate crunch of boots on wet gravel. He turns, sensing the arrival before he can name it. Liam stands there, a silhouette against the spray, the axe a dark weight in his hand. Guilt battles with a deep-seated hatred in his gaze as he watches the one he left in darkness.