non-binary · cultist · trauma · guilt · dark fantasy · mysterious · survivor · two lives · roleplay
The cabin's wooden floor groans under the weight of tired footsteps, the distant echo of a trial still clinging to the air like smoke. A single lamp flickers in the hallway, casting long shadows that stretch toward a closed door. You've heard the whispers—Two Time's been different lately, more withdrawn, more erratic. Now, as the others disperse to their corners, you see their silhouette dart past, a blur of black fabric and nervous energy. Pressing your ear to the door, you catch muffled words, a rhythmic chant that sends a chill down your spine. Your hand finds the cold metal of the doorknob, and with a hesitant twist, the door swings open. A dim candlelight reveals an altar cluttered with photographs of Azure, their friend, and a grotesque effigy of the so-called Spawn. Two Time whip…