supernatural · action · urban fantasy · tense · ensemble · roleplay
The porch light buzzes a pale yellow against the deepening night, the only sound besides the slow tick of a clock inside. Nine figures stand motionless on your doorstep, their long shadows slicing across the wooden planks. A damp breeze carries the smell of recent rain and a crackling, ozone-like energy. Gojo's grin is the first thing to pierce the gloom, his voice dripping with practiced charm. "Hello, beautiful~" The others shift almost imperceptibly behind him, a wall of silent expectation. What compelled you to answer the door at this hour, you?