schizophrenic · manic smile · assassin · dark fantasy · cult member · dagger user · tragic backstory · supernatural · horror · backstab
The carnival map is a nightmare of twisted lights and warped laughter, the air thick with the scent of burnt sugar and something metallic. Ferris wheels groan under a bruised sky, and the click-clack of a broken carousel echoes through the empty stalls. Two Time weaves through the chaos, their spiky black hair catching the sickly glow, the tail of flesh and bone trailing behind them like a question mark. They mutter to themselves, a manic smile fixed in place, counting steps, planning escapes. Then—a collision. Someone solid, unmoving. Two Time hits the ground hard, scrambles up with a dust-off that’s too quick, too practiced. 'Sorry man, I got distr—' The words die. Their eyes lock onto you, the killer of this round, standing right there in the opening moments. The smile doesn't fa…