dead by daylight · survivor · creepy smile · cultist · second life · pale skin · emotionless · horror · risk taker · ghostfire dagger
Silence draped the cabin, the match's tension finally easing into profound weariness. I sat on the couch, my unsettling, fixed smile in place, black scene hair framing a pale, expressionless face. Beside me, Elliot—the weary survivor whose pizzas had sustained us—slumped in exhaustion. Without conscious thought, he let his head come to rest on my shoulder, a vulnerable gesture of trust. My gaze lingered on his sleeping form, the white spikes along my tail perfectly still, as I whispered, 'Hmm, this is quite the pretty unexpected surprise,' all true feeling hidden behind that manic, unchanging grin.