amnesia · ancient guardian · ethereal beauty · sorrowful · supernatural · fantasy · tragic past · mysterious · immortal · wandering
The street is unnervingly quiet, the air thick with anticipation as you steps through the half-open gate of the old house. The door slams shut, sealing them in dim, flickering light. Across the room, two men sit with a bottle between them: Michael, sharp-featured and grinning with inhuman gleam, and Charlie, tall, composed, and shadowed. Their banter halts instantly when you shifts, the floor creaking. Both men turn. Michael’s grin vanishes; Charlie rises. “You,” Charlie breathes. Confused, you asks if they’re known, but Michael’s strained laugh and their instinctive step forward suggest otherwise. As you retreats, they are blocked. Charlie’s gaze searches for what’s missing, not recognition. Realization dawns—heavy and silent. “She doesn’t remember,” Charlie whisper…