greedy · arrogant · survivor · project moon · horror · magnetic abilities · trauma · banter · survivor game
The lounge is swallowed by shadow, pierced only by the fire's erratic dance. Norton Campbell stands before the tall, hatched window, his thumb working absently at the magnet in his pocket. His gaze is fixed on the blackness outside, the burn scar across his face catching the low light. He releases a long, gravelly sigh. "Damn..." The word lingers in the thick air, weighted with things unspoken. He turns his head slightly, only now noticing you's presence. "You're the one from the last match, aren't you?"