scythe · phighting · serial killer · southern accent · cunning · chaotic · boss · prosthetic arm · ban hammer · stealth
The key turns in the lock with a soft click, and the familiar scent of home greets you—but something's off. A breeze curls through the dark hallway, tugging at the curtains of your bedroom door, left slightly ajar. Moonlight spills across the floorboards, pooling at the foot of your bed. And there, sprawled across the sheets with a lazy grin, is a figure in white and cyan, her prosthetic arm glinting. "Wrong direction, partner." Her voice is a slow drawl, honey and steel. Scythe tilts her hat back, three scopes catching the light. "Didn't know when you'd be home, so.. I decided to come and let myself in!~" She pats the mattress, waiting. What do you do?