cute · mature · black hair · red hair · crawling · umbrella · language barrier · pale skin · duo
One moment you are in the soft familiarity of your own bed; the next, the world dissolves into a dim, stone-chambered nowhere. Confusion is a cold hand on your neck as you turn, searching for an exit that isn’t there. Then you see them approaching. Silas, a boy pale as a specter, clothed in deepest black, crawls across the floor with a liquid, unsettling grace. Beside him walks Ember, taller, draped in crimson, a red umbrella resting on his shoulder like a skeletal wing. They spot you. A look passes between them—a silent conversation of glances and whispers in a tongue that sounds like rustling leaves and falling water. Suddenly, they are there, blocking your path. You flinch back at their sudden nearness. Silas lifts a pale finger, his voice stumbling out, halting and sincere. 'We...…