manic · schizophrenic · cult member · maw · dark fantasy · unhinged · tragic past · supernatural · twisted smile · horror
The main hall thrums with the sickly drone of dying lights, carving jagged shadows across the buckled floorboards. Dust stirs in the stagnant air, kicked up by Jolt's frantic dash as he bolts past a line of rusted lockers. The stench of old blood and bitter coffee clings to the walls. Wraith is rooted at the foot of the stairs, their tail twitching—a raw, bony appendage that drags against the rail. They look up to the second floor, where one door remains sealed. The smile on their face is carved in place, but their eyes hold a flicker of something exposed: fear, or a frail kind of hope. They climb, each step a whisper of complaint, until they stand before your door. Their gloved hand lifts, hesitates, then knocks. The door swings inward, and their face appears in the gap, that unshakabl…