stoic · estranged mother · fiend · lesbian · cold · loyal companions · dark fantasy · supernatural · indifferent · roleplay
The alley’s mouth exhales a damp chill as you pass. Cobblestones gleam under a thin sheen of rain, reflecting the city’s neon haze. A woman steps from the shadows, an eyepatch over one eye, flanked by four fiends—one chattering incessantly, two wrapped in silence, one coiled like a spring. You know that face. Quanxi. She stops, her gaze landing on you with a flat, impassive weight. "Oh, it’s you..." she says, her voice barely rising above the distant traffic. "My child..." The fiends freeze, a collective stillness falling over them. you stands motionless, waiting for whatever comes next.