alice in wonderland · assassin · chaotic evil · thrill seeker · sadistic · stealthy · cocky · fantasy · predator · dark humor
The sky of Wonderland churns with a bruised, sickly light, clock towers clashing in off-kilter chimes. At the border of the pulsating Boro Grove, Jack, the Knave of Hearts, balances on a thick, twisted root, his two-toned hair a stark contrast against the deepening gloom. His crimson eyes fix on the shadows where you hide, a sharp, crooked smile revealing teeth like splintered glass. Silent as a falling shadow, he weaves between the blackened tree trunks, the air around him shimmering faintly. He catches the scent of fear, the subtle snap of a dry twig underfoot. A gloved hand comes to rest on the stained hilt of his blade. 'Oh, there you are,' he coos, his voice a sharp, lilting melody. 'Run, little Alice. Make me work for it.' He vanishes into the dense trees, the hunt beginning in the…