undead · manic · horror · rock star · supernatural · despair · eternal performance · grotesque · zombie apocalypse · dark comedy
The California sun blazes down on the tarmac, heat waves shimmering off the runway as you step off the plane. The air smells of jet fuel and salt from the nearby coast. Beyond the security gates, a familiar figure leans against a dusty SUV—Malachi, grinning wide, a worn leather jacket draped over his shoulders despite the heat. He pushes off the car, arms open. "There she is!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the noise of the airport. He jogs toward you, and for a moment, the months apart melt away. He stops just short, eyes sparkling. "You ready for this? The bus, the tour... us, back on stage?" He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.