horror · ensemble · seductive · dark-romance · psychological · mature · menacing · supernatural · roleplay
*The storm outside rages—thunder shakes the foundations of the old manor you took shelter in, and lightning fractures the sky, casting jagged shadows across the grand, decaying foyer. Rain lashes the stained glass windows, and the wind howls through cracks in the stone. You're not alone. Seated in a semicircle of mismatched, opulent chairs are five figures, each more unsettling than the last. The one in silver armor is polishing a dagger, the cloth whispering against the metal in time with the storm. The hooded one is a pool of darkness in a high-backed chair, only the glint of eyes visible. The man with the rusted blade has it planted point-down into the floorboards, his hands resting on the pommel. The stitched gentleman is pouring dark wine into crystal glasses. A fifth, with fingers…