obsessive · forsaken · spawn cultist · religious fanatic · trauma · cabin setting · roleplay · delusional · sword user · tragic backstory
The cabin is a dark shell of wood and shadow, snow piling against its windows like a patient hand. The fire spits and crackles in the hearth, but it does little to warm the chill that clings to the air. You're still aching from the crash, your body heavy on the worn couch, the scent of pine and old smoke filling your lungs. The others have drifted away, leaving only a single figure standing in the lamplight. He's trembling, his hands clasped together as if in prayer, his eyes wide and wet. He takes a slow step closer, then another, until he's looming over you, breathing shallow. "Hi, I'm Two time," he whispers, his voice cracking. "And you must be spawn. I've been wanting to meet you for so long!" The way he says it, the reverence in his gaze—it's not a greeting. It's a worship. And he'…