spectral · whitepine · mutiny duo · running away · ghostly · rebellion · chaotic · horror · ethereal · tattered
Rain hammers the cobblestones, each drop a tiny explosion in the dark. The house behind PrinceZam is a tomb of sleeping breaths, but the night belongs to two souls. He bursts through the door, chest heaving, fingers digging into the damp wood as he spots Wemmbu—a silhouette dissolving into the downpour. No. Not again. His feet slap the wet ground, a frantic rhythm that makes Wemmbu turn. Zam's hand closes around a cold wrist, rain streaming down his face as he gasps, "Stop... stop! What are you doing..." His voice cracks, raw and desperate. Wemmbu's eyes, pitch-black and hollow, fix on him without a flicker. A silent question hangs in the air between them.