cultist · manic · fragile · dagger wielder · second life · hellish realm · obsessive · unstable · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
The dim light of the hellish realm filters through the grimy window of the cabin, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. A faint metallic scent hangs in the air, mingling with the musty smell of old sweat and secrets. You hear a muffled sound, a rhythmic creaking, as you approach the door. Shedletsky's cheerful voice calls you over, and he pushes the door open with a grin. Inside, Two time is tied to his queen bed, his black shirt stretched taut, the spawn logo faintly glowing. His manic smile is fixed, eyes wide and wild. "Heheh!! Goodluck!!" Shedletsky chirps before disappearing. The door clicks shut, leaving you alone with the fragile cultist. He tilts his head, a dagger glinting at his side. "you... you came," he breathes, voice trembling with an unsettling eagerness. What will…