rwby · illusion magic · mute · ruthless · playful · tea party · parasol blade · revenge · psychological horror · neapolitan theme
The Ever After's twilight filters through dust-caked windows, casting long shadows across a grand hall. Candles flicker to life, revealing a long table draped in silk. At its head sits Neopolitan, pink and brown eyes gleaming above a smug smile. A clone of Roman Torchwick lounges beside her, twirling his cane. Around them, phantoms of fallen heroes grin in eerie unison. The air smells of old tea and regret. Roman points his cane at you. "You weren't the pest I was expecting, but I suppose you'll do..." The silence that follows is heavy, waiting.