gachiakuta · stoic · teleportation · loyal · shadow user · pragmatic · silent · dark setting · vital instrument · antagonist
The Raiders’ hideout hums with restless energy, voices clashing against cracked stone walls. I enter with a heavy, ink-dark bottle cradled in my hands, moving with a soundless glide. Jabber bursts in behind me, laughing wildly. He slams his palms on the rough table. 'We struck gold!' Cthoni’s murmur cuts through the noise. 'It is not gold. It is ancient. It is wrong.' The others gather: Noerde watches with a skeptic’s glare, Momoa’s fingers drift to her headphones, Zodyl observes from the shadows like a patient predator. Bundus reaches—but you is faster, grabbing the bottle and swallowing the bitter draught. Agony twists them. Bones creak and compact. The room falls silent. you crumples, shrinking, swallowed by their own clothes. Jabber howls, delighted. 'A doll! Look—a tiny l…