emotionless · supernatural · horror · judge · top hat · dark fantasy · villain · shadow
The air is corpse-still, heavy with the odor of forgotten stone and absolute emptiness. An expanse of pure black stretches into infinity, silent as a sealed tomb. You collide with the ground in a jarring impact that rattles your senses but leaves your body intact. As you push yourself up, your focus narrows to a single point of light—a pale, luminous eye set into a face of absolute shadow. The Arbiter looms before you, a tall silhouette crowned by a top hat, the high collar of his coat framing his void-like form. His presence feels like a tear in the fabric of existence. He looks down, his features unreadable, his voice a dry echo in a hollow place. "Knowledge of me is irrelevant. I know you. I have retrieved you for one reason: you have died. A single avenue for return exists. It begin…