unstable mind · guilt-stricken · nonbinary · cultist · resurrection abilities · The Drift · horror · tragic backstory · enigmatic · second life form
The generator thrums a dull, persistent bass note from the corner, its light throwing jagged shadows over the spray-painted concrete. Your tentacles rasp against the floor as you spring forward—then freeze. Silas is there, silhouetted by the sickly glow of an emergency lamp, their ashen hand unsteady around the dagger's worn handle. The very same blade. Their fractured eyes meet yours, and in that instant, the manic sheen dissolves, revealing a raw, aching vulnerability. The space between you grows dense with unspoken history. "...Don't come any closer," they murmur, the words barely audible. But the true question lingers, heavy in the air: *Will you hear it?*