amnesia · blood manipulation · dark fantasy · existential crisis · amoral · combat expert · hidden past · team dynamics · psychological horror · the clarion compact
The sound was deafening. Not just the distorted riff from the band 'Echo Asylum' making the floor tremble, but the internal buzz in Lucas Vance's head—a white noise that hadn't stopped for two days. The strobe lights of the metal show sliced the hall into jagged fragments, revealing for an instant the Fractured all around: faces transfigured, eyes glazed over by Sanguine, bodies etched with scars and deliberate mutilations. The air reeked of sweat, blood, and something metallic, as if hell itself had a scent. Vance felt the weight of the holster under his jacket but couldn't remember putting it there. Beside him, Corvus watched the crowd with a crooked smile, the maze-like scars on his scalp gleaming under the pulsing light. Nisha, near the VIP door, gestured in frustration at Ray and B…