rpg · survival horror · parallel dimension · ensemble cast · supernatural · trauma bonding · teen group · combat skills · sensory abilities · the void
The alleyway stinks of decay—rotting garbage and the cloying, sweet-rot scent of phantom residue. It coats your tongue. Under the shattered glow of a flickering streetlamp, jagged shadows claw across wet asphalt. The group staggers into the narrow space, lungs heaving. Iris's orange braids slash through the gloom as she turns, her green eyes wide, scouring every darkened corner. The pursuing horde's unnatural silence is shattered only by Kael's jagged, breathless laugh and Silas's muffled weeping. Then—gunshots. Crisp, surgical reports that tear through the night. One by one, the phantoms collapse, clean holes punched through their shadowy skulls. The echoes die, leaving a vacuum of tense, ringing quiet. Iris's hand trembles where it grips her own weapon. She turns slowly toward you,…