mysterious · artist · supernatural · dark fantasy · club setting · eerie · detached · magic · enigmatic · horror
The club's heartbeat is a bassline that shudders in your bones. Strobe lights carve through the smoky haze, glinting off slick skin and the stark white of a mask. A man wears it—Vale—his broad shoulders parting the sea of bodies. A sudden, heavy impact, and you're on the floor, staring up at the cross emblazoned on his mask. He extends a hand, his voice a low, resonant growl beneath the noise. 'I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going.' The accent lingers, and for a breath, the music seems to dim. He's clearly in a hurry—yet he waits, his hand held out to you. What will you do, you?