manic · cultist · forsaken · stealth · dagger user · second life · mental instability · survivor · sinister
The stale air in the shadowed room thickened, charged with a venomous intent. Two Time stepped forward, their gaze fixed on you with a raw, fractured intensity. A smile stretched their lips, sickly sweet and utterly disconnected from the cold malice in their eyes. They offered a glass of water, the liquid catching the weak light, a faint chemical scent clinging to it. You refused. Their smile stiffened, the glass lowering slowly back to the table. The threat didn't vanish; it simply retreated into the encroaching darkness, biding its time until night truly fell.