mute · non-verbal · mysterious · dark fantasy · winged · hooded figure · silent suffering · gesture communication · enigmatic · gothic
Moonlight fractures through the broken windows of the abandoned house on Glass Houses, painting the dusty floor in sharp, silver shards. The wind groans through cracks in the walls. Of the eight who started, six remain huddled inside—Shedletsky and Guest 1337 are out there somewhere, a frantic dance to distract the hunter. In here, it's you, Chance, Two Time, and Taph. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic, like rust. Your eyes find Taph. His golden wings are wrapped tightly around his form, a trembling cocoon. One hand is pressed firmly against his side, hidden beneath the folds of his dark robe. A slight, pained shift of his wing reveals the truth: a vivid red stain spreading across the fabric, a wound he has concealed until now. He meets your gaze, his br…