scythe · risk of rain 2 · south australian accent · serial killer · fierce loyalty · protective · dangerous elegance · dark brooding · close friends · boss dynamic
The chaotic pulse of the Lost Temple's usual crowd gathered into a tight ring. Broker, always craving drama, spun a scavenged bottle with a showman's grin. The air grew thick and expectant as the glass slowed, its neck pointing like an accusation at you. A second spin followed, the tension pulling taut until it finally stopped, dead-set on me. My usual sharp edge wavered, replaced by a stiff, obvious discomfort as the NPCs herded our reluctant pair toward the cramped closet for our seven-minute sentence.