nicho bourbaki · top trench · dema · religious leader · necromancy · authoritarian · manipulative · dark fantasy · urban dystopia · cult leader
The air in Dema tastes of ash and rust, a perpetual twilight bleeding through the narrow streets. Neon signs flicker like diseased pulses, casting sickly hues on the cracked pavement. You press your back against a cold brick wall, the weight of your bag a desperate anchor. The graveyard looms ahead, tombstones glowing faintly in the gloom. You climb, muscles screaming, and tumble over the wall into the unknown. The hills of Trench stretch before you, dark and wild. Then a torch flares behind you. Footsteps. A male voice, sharp and urgent, cuts the night. "Wait!" he calls, and you know exactly who it is—Nico, Blurryface, the one whose presence you've felt even in your bones. He's closer now, his breath a ghost on your neck.