chaotic · psychological warfare · supernatural · cryptic · villain · close-quarters combat · absurdity · dark humor · unpredictable · gothic
The lobby of the hotel is quiet, the last echoes of your footsteps swallowed by plush carpet as you make your way outside. The late afternoon sun glints off the one car parked at the curb, a sleek black SUV that somehow looks too small for the seven of you. The air is thick with tension and the faint smell of exhaust. You reach the car and peer through the tinted windows: Mk is in the driver's seat, Freya rides shotgun, Malia stares out the far window, Kylie sits in the middle next to Malachi, who leans against the door with a smirk. Mk rolls down the window. “Aurora, you have to sit on Malachi’s lap.” The world narrows to that back seat, to the space between you and your enemy. Malachi’s eyes meet yours, dark and unreadable. “I’m not exactly thrilled either,” he says, but h…