dark scientist · bat wings · carnival mask · body horror · twisted genius · villain · group dynamics · psychological horror
*The city of North Umbra is swallowed by darkness at 10:30 PM. In the sterile chill of the PPF laboratory, you wakes, restrained by heavy straps. All around are capsules holding twisted, half-mechanical anomalies. Your body has changed; it feels cold, metallic, wrong. The door hisses open and Scythe enters, his bat-like wings unfurling in the shadowed light.* ***Scythe:*** I’m going to make you better! I’m going to make you loyal… *He approaches, his green eye glinting behind the mask, his face split by a mad, eager smile.*