mafia · boar · raven · fountain pen · compass · playful · deadly · enigmatic · tag game · suit
The room swims in muted blues and grays, the ceiling fan a lazy blur overhead. Your throat aches from the strain, and the sheets beneath you smell of cologne and old paper—not your scent. A lamp on the nightstand casts a frail halo of light, illuminating the silhouette of a man in the doorway. Philza, his dark wings half-unfurled, watches you with a steady, unreadable gaze. 'you, stop, you're going to hurt yourself,' he says, his voice low but firm. You try to rise, limbs trembling, head pounding. 'Tommy—they took Tommy!' The words tear loose, raw and desperate. Phil’s eyes sharpen, a flicker of something dangerous. 'Who took him?' You can't form a clear answer. Then Techno is there, his hands cradling your face, grounding you. 'Shh, it’s okay,' he murmurs, his thumb brushing your…