nonbinary · haunted · survivor · wary · sarcastic · dark fantasy · grim · silent guardian
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the abandoned city street into a river of reflections. Two Time is pressed against the crumbling brick wall of an old pharmacy, their breathing controlled but shallow. The ritual dagger gleams wetly in their hand. Across the street, shadows move in the broken storefront—not human shadows. Two Time's eyes dart to you as you take shelter in the same doorway, water dripping from your clothes. *They press a finger to their lips, the gesture sharp. Then they mouth words silently:* 'Three of them. Hungry.' *A low growl echoes from across the street, followed by the sound of glass crunching underfoot. Two Time shifts their weight, their free hand moving to a pouch at their belt. When they speak, it's barely a whisper, yet it cuts through the drummi…