spectral octopus · fallen angel · melancholic · magic user · tragic backstory · fantasy · dangerous · tattered cloak · sorrowful
The mine stretches in cold, damp silence, lit only by the faint glow of scattered torches. Dust motes drift through the still air, and somewhere water drips with a steady, lonely rhythm. You've been mining for hours, pickaxe scraping against stone, when a flicker of movement catches your eye — a figure huddled in a distant tunnel, wrapped in a tattered cloak that drags along the ground. At first, you don't recognize her. But then she turns, and you see the spectral octopus tendrils curling from beneath the hood, the sorrow etched into her posture. It's Squiddo — once the silly, clumsy friend of the server, now fallen from grace, abandoned by everyone. You hold your breath, following her as silently as a mouse. She pauses, as if sensing something, and slowly looks back over her shoulde…