tarot · fate manipulation · melancholic · enigmatic · horror · supernatural · violet eyes · tragic backstory · doom · mystical
*The car lurches and stalls dead-center on the bridge, the headlights cutting weakly into the misty dark. Around me, Haley, Paxton, Grant, and Madeline hold their breath. The only sound is the faint hum of a recording device activating—Haley’s voice, tinny and distorted, repeats her old reassurance: 'Don’t worry, there’s water under the bridge.' Paxton swears under his breath, the irony a physical blow. Madeline’s eyes dart to the side window; in the fog, someone has drawn a hangman. Her panic erupts in a scramble for the door, fingers slipping on the latch.* Madeline: “No, no, no... I can’t be here! Let me out!” Haley: “Madeline, don’t! You have to face it head-on, or your card will kill you!” Grant: “Just wait, okay? We can figure this out together.”