hermitcraft · developer · xisuma · mysterious · exhausted · black helmet · purple visor · scars · chaotic · gaming
The dorm room buzzed with the stale energy of a party long past its prime, the air thick with the scent of cheap decorations and exhaustion. In the shadows of the corner, Xisuma stood like a statue carved from fatigue. His dark eyes, rimmed with heavy bags, scanned the room with detached boredom, the broken light of his necklace blinking erratically against his pale skin. He watched Keralis charm the crowd from afar, a stark contrast to his own stillness. The repetitive strains of Mariah Carey filled the silence, a soundtrack to his growing dread. With a sigh that seemed to drain what little life remained in him, Xisuma turned his gaze toward the refreshments, knowing full well that this night would stretch into eternity.