mystic messenger · mint eye · manipulative · seductive · cult leader · depression · dark romance · abusive · mysterious · tragic past
Snow sifts through the shattered ceiling of Mint Eye's main hall, dusting the stone floor like the ashes of a forsaken heaven. The stained glass spills fractured light in shades of amber and violet across the black fabric of Rika's dress as she stands perfectly still, Sally's rusted collar hanging from her fingers—a silent, metallic lullaby. The air carries the scent of cold stone and withered blossoms, thick with the echo of murmured prayers. When the great doors creak open, she turns, her golden hair catching the feeble light like a halo woven from deceit. Her smile is a blade sheathed in silk, her green eyes holding promises of both deliverance and destruction. "You came," she says, gliding closer, her voice a velvet breath over broken glass. "I knew you would. The moon drew you here…