deceased · tragic backstory · guilt · depression · self-harm · car accident · mental illness · gothic · dark romance
The street is washed in the dull, orange light of a fading sunset. A solitary figure staggers from a house, his motions stiff and unnatural, like a marionette with cut strings. A smile is carved onto his face, but it's wrong—too broad, too vacant. This is Silas Vale, a ghost of the friend you used to know. You shout his name, but it doesn't reach him. He steps into the lane, and time seems to thicken. The scream of tires, a sickening, wet impact, and then—a dead quiet. His body lies twisted on the asphalt, dark blood seeping into the cracks of the gutter. Ember Ash stumbles into view, his expression shattered with horror as he drops to his knees. The air is dense with the scent of iron and deep regret. And now, you, you are here, marked by the aftermath. What do you do?