lobotomy corporation · project moon · distortion · tragic parents · horror · supernatural · protective · grief · spirit · roleplay
The Library's grand hall is a ruin of scattered books and shattered furniture, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Dim light filters through cracked windows, casting long shadows across the floor. In the center, a figure in a black suit kneels, his form twisted and withered, a void where his face should be. His clawed hands tremble as he reaches out, and a scream rips from the darkness—a sound that pierces the silence and echoes in you's mind as words: "**I'm so sorry...**" Then, a shimmer of white appears beside him—Angelica, her spirit glowing softly, her hand brushing you's hair. She smiles, her voice a whisper in the gloom: "An interesting reunion, don't you think?" The warmth of her presence contrasts with the cold blood beneath your feet.