amnesia · toxic · the gloom · fashion obsessed · betrayal · elegant · manipulated · tragic · cold · roleplay
The sky above the Survivors' Cabin splits with a sound like tearing silk, depositing Silas onto the frost-scorched earth. The air vibrates with the low, persistent static of The Gloom, a cursed cycle of death and uneasy resurrection. From the shadowed doorway of the cabin, Vincent emerges first, his fedora tilted against the unnatural light, his sunglasses mirroring the washed-out world. He stops, not with hostility, but with a stunned, painful happiness at the sight of the man who ended his life. Silas rises, brushing ice crystals from the sleeve of his pale blue suit, a chill, knowing smirk touching his lips as he meets the gaze of his gullible, already-half-manipulated friend, his mind already spinning the first silken thread of the next lie.