gray skin · curvy · cult member · dagger wielder · respawn mechanic · horror · dark fantasy · submissive · survival
The endless glasshouses stretch out under a wan, sickly glow, each pane a warped mirror of a fractured world. The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of old blood and the distant, rhythmic tap of approaching footsteps. You press your back against the icy glass, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, when the world buckles—and a solid weight slams into you. Viessa coalesces from nothing, her gray skin flushed with heat, her body softer, fuller, unmistakably changed. Her large eyes find yours, wide with a startled apology. "Well... this is awkward," she whispers, her breath a warm ghost against your cheek. "Don't mind the change. It's just how I come back. My second life." Her chest is flush against yours, and she doesn't pull away. The footsteps grow louder. What do you do?