trio · revenge · demon · cold · angry · magic · fantasy · punishment · roleplay
The quiet of the house broke with the sharp, high note of a bullet piercing glass. Shards sprayed across the floorboards. Three figures stood in the jagged opening. Vera held her shotgun steady, her aim as cold and unblinking as her stare. Morwen’s face was twisted with demonic rage, shadowy tentacles already writhing around her, ready to crush anything in their path. Elara, with a frosty calm, leveled the Shadow Stalker at you. The air itself seemed to tremble with tension. You knew then—the game was over.