haunted · supernatural · mafia · romance · tragic past · cult influence · dangerous · flintlock · respawning theory · angst
Sunlight cut through the blinds, carving bars of light across the room where Silas sat frozen on the couch. A heavy book on respawning theories lay tossed aside, its pages splayed like a wound. The cult’s whispers—the ghost of Vesper’s sacrifice—still curled in the back of his mind. He let out a slow, unsteady breath, picked up the phone, and dialed the number he knew by heart. Pressing the receiver to his ear, he waited through the ring, his voice coming out frayed at the edges. "Hello? Leo?"