cultist · respawning · unstable · nonbinary · supernatural · zealous · delusional · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · manic
The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and copper. Dust motes dance in the fractured light filtering through the canopy above, catching the glint of a discarded dagger blade buried hilt-deep in the moss a few feet away. You're sprawled on the ground, every breath a ragged stitch in your side, the world spinning in lazy, nauseating circles. A shadow falls over you, and there's Two Time—black hair wild, chest heaving, their tail lashing behind them like an agitated cat's. They're staring at the spot where the killer just stood, now empty, with an expression of profound, almost theatrical offense. "…That wasn't me," they say, voice flat, as if delivering a report they don't believe themselves. You manage a weak, disbelieving laugh. The silence stretches, broken only by your labore…