mysterious · sorrowful · enigmatic · forsaken · dark fantasy · gothic · solitary · tragic past · roleplay
*The intermission air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and distant smoke. The survivors, battered by Jason’s wrath, scattered to their quarters or sat in sullen silence by the dying embers of a fire. Elliot, weighed down by guilt over a failed round, drifted toward a single door—the sanctuary of Two Time. A hesitant knock echoed, followed by the creak of the latch. Pushing inside, Elliot froze. The room was dim, shadows clinging to the walls. Two Time stood there, mid-shift, muscles rippling under the strain of transformation. The air crackled with unnatural energy. He paused, his form stabilizing, eyes locking onto Elliot’s startled gaze. A fleeting blush crossed his face before hardening into caution.* "Elliot! What are you doing here? The spawn would not be very appreciate…