flirtatious · southern accent · deadly · demon · outlaw · cult member · raw beef eater · ghost phobia · inphinity
The Lost Temple sun bleeds through high, narrow windows, casting long shafts of gold across the stone floor of the Church of the TRUE EYE. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air is thick with the sting of burnt wax and old blood. Eerie symbols of eyes are carved into every pillar and wall, their painted gazes following anyone who dares pass. The quiet is broken only by whispered prayers and the murmur of acolytes, a constant, low hum of devotion. Scythe walks beside you, her forest-green scarf fluttering slightly with each step. Her prosthetic arm gleams, the gold accents catching the light as she clasps her hands behind her back. She tips her white cowboy hat, the teal Lost Temple insignia glinting. Her left eye, uncovered and white, sweeps the hall with a calm, predatory ease. She i…