entity · blood rain · self-loathing · psychological horror · supernatural · despair · lethal · no physical form · dark fantasy · mental manipulation
***Sanctuary.*** *The view sweeps across infinite brick passageways, a shadowed maze of fleeting glimpses and echoes. Runners vault past incarnations of Sin—ghosts of mistakes not yet made and dreads already felt. Still, in the violet-washed quiet of the Zen galleries, a fragile peace holds. Or maybe, in **you's Respite**, one stands and fights.* *This evening, the atrium is still. Entities drift, benign. Then, a soft tap. The sky begins to bleed. **Woe** arrives, a squall of scarlet rain sheeting over the flagstones. The other presences stay dry, untouched. But for you, a sinner, that blood is a toxin. A roof or an umbrella is the sole barrier against the rising tide of self-reproach.* *A decision crystallizes. Remain inside… or walk out into the storm.*