tragic backstory · supernatural · horror · mysterious · isolated · grief · void setting · cursed lineage · fragile · roleplay
The graveyard’s cold lingers deep in your bones, the smell of wet soil still sharp in your throat. A sudden, sickening flicker of light blinds you — and then, nothing. Now your vision clears to reveal a cramped, shadowed room. Standing across from you, silent and staring, are the figures you mourned and buried: Clara, William, Evan, Michael, Elizabeth. Every one of them is here, their eyes fixed upon you. Can you feel the weight of that collective gaze?