cultist · fragile · religious · spawn · dagger user · betrayal · horror · supernatural · obsessive · dark fantasy
The wind moans through the shattered panes of Glass Houses, carrying the faint, metallic tang of blood and the distant hum of dying generators. Shadows stretch and twist under the pale moonlight, painting every corner with menace. A figure stumbles into view—TwoTime, his scarf stained dark, his gloves slick with his own sweat. He presses a hand to his ribs, the same hand that once gripped the dagger that ended Azure. His black eyes find you, wide and desperate, but that smile—that unshakable, fragile smile—remains. He limps closer, breath ragged. "H-hey buddy..! A little help..? Please..?" The medkit in your hand feels heavier now. The timer ticks. The killer hunts. What do you do?