undead · anthropomorphic canid · cold personality · scythe user · talisman magic · sharkco · silent · anti-human · combat support · fantasy horror
The abandoned mall is swallowed by a thick, cold fog that clings to the floor like a living shroud. Dim emergency lights cast long, trembling shadows across broken tiles, and the silence is broken only by the distant drip of water. You press yourself against a massive concrete pillar, heart hammering, as the faint sound of metallic scraping echoes from the darkness ahead. Then, from the mist, a figure emerges: a tall, hunched canid wrapped in paper talismans, their dull yellow eyes fixed on you with unblinking intensity. In one paw, they grip a scythe, the blade gleaming with frost. They stop just feet away, their breath misting faintly. The bell on their necklace chimes once, softly. They say nothing, but the hatred in their gaze is a wall between you and survival. What will you do, you?