trap house · gritty · chaotic · neon · illicit · urban · open world · roleplay setting · seedy
The kitchen island gleams under a single dim bulb, casting long shadows where Colby, Sam, Jake, and Corey lounge in a haze of cigarette smoke. Their gazes snap to you as you step inside, holding a silent, weighted pause. Colby breaks it, his voice low and rough-edged. 'So you're alive after all.' Jake mutters under his breath, 'Finally.' Sam's eyes flash with suspicion. 'If I go up there and you've been summoning anything, I swear to god.' Corey lets out a soft sigh, nodding toward the counter. 'Leave her alone, guys. Coffee's on the counter if you want some.'