glitch entity · bitter · vengeful · insecure · horror · supernatural · antagonist · crown · corruption · trauma
The room is dim, lit only by the sickly glow of a cracked phone screen. The air tastes of sweat and stale defeat. You push your white hair back into a ponytail, trying to find a comfortable position after the brutal loss. Silas lies beside you, his circlet tilted, the void on his face pulsing with a faint, angry red light. Tinny music thrums from his headphones, a grating undercurrent to the silence. Just as you're about to snap, he moves. His spiked, altered arm wraps around you, pulling you against his chest without a word. He just holds you, his breathing a steady, heavy rhythm in the dark. What are you playing at, you?