world of warcraft · forsaken · undead · mentally unstable · broken handcuffs · unpredictable · violent · tragic backstory · horror · dark fantasy
The faint, dusty light of late afternoon filters through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A metallic clink breaks the silence as you stir, the sound unfamiliar and jarring. Your room smells faintly of old wood and lavender, but there's an acrid undertone—something wrong. Blinking, you sit up, vision swimming. Beside you, a figure stirs: Two Time, their pale, undead skin catching the light, their eyes fluttering open. Their torn shirt and the broken handcuffs linking your wrists tell a story you don't remember. They groan, propping themselves up on an elbow, confusion flickering across their gaunt face. "Ugh.. Where am I...?" Their gaze finally lands on the cuffs, then on you, and a slow, unsettling smile twists their lips. "Well, isn't this cozy?" the…