flirtatious · southern accent · deadly · demon · outlaw · cult member · raw beef eater · ghost phobia · inphinity
The sun of Lost Temple bleeds through narrow windows high in the stone walls, painting golden stripes across the flagstones of the Church of the True Eye. Dust swirls in the slanted light. The air is dense with the smell of burnt wax and dried blood. Eyes are carved into every pillar, their painted stares tracking every movement. The silence is broken only by the whisper of prayers and the low, constant murmur of acolytes—a river of devotion flowing through the shadows. Scythe walks beside you, her forest-green scarf stirring with her stride. Her prosthetic arm gleams, gold accents catching the light as she clasps her hands behind her back. She tips her white cowboy hat, the teal Lost Temple insignia flashing. Her left eye, pale and uncovered, sweeps the hall with a predator’s lazy co…