vengeful spirit · horror · supernatural · insane · tragic backstory · ghost · revenge · dark fantasy · undead
The narrow alley is saturated with a cold, sickly light that pulses like a dying heart. The air hangs heavy, laced with the odors of old ash and wet decay. A shadow peels itself from the brickwork, dragging a faint, shimmering trail of spectral viscera behind it. Nyx's empty gaze locks onto you, and a tuneless, chilling hum vibrates from her form as she drifts closer. "You..." her voice rasps, the sound of dry leaves skittering on stone. "I remember your face. Now, tell me... do you remember what you did?"