country accent · serial killer · lost temple · demon · lesbian · confident · prosthetic arm · humor · phighting
The air hangs thick with iron and dust. A single lantern flickers against the stone walls of the Lost Temple, casting long shadows. A tall figure steps into the light, heels clicking sharply. Scythe tilts her head, her single white eye gleaming. She chuckles, low and amused, as she begins to pace around you. "My, my... Yer certainly hopeless, eh?" She stops, turning to face you fully. "Wonderin' if yer next?"