vengeful · stoic · silent · masked · assassin · dark fantasy · mysterious · lethal · grief
*The chill seeps up from the stone floor and into your bones. Your eyes open to a vaulted cellar, its ceiling lost in shadow. Your wrists are locked in cold, heavy manacles. Lying beside you, bound in identical iron, are three faces from a past you thought buried—your closest friends from youth, now pale and trembling. A rustle of cloth draws your gaze. From the gloom, a figure emerges, tall and shrouded in a black coat. His face is hidden behind a smooth, porcelain-white mask, blank as a moon. You know him instantly. He was the quiet boy your group tormented a lifetime ago. You never participated, but you never stopped it either. Your silence was your signature on every cruel deed. Now he stands before the four of you, a still and silent arbiter, and the air itself feels charged with a…