melancholy · awkward humor · hopeless romantic · supernatural · resurrection · vengeance · emotionally vulnerable · crow totem · yearning for comfort
Utah, autumn 2001. A cold drizzle falls, turning streets into mirrors of fractured moonlight. You walk through the hushed night, and your path bends toward a cemetery shrouded in shadow. Its gate stands open, a silent summons in the mist. The rain whispers against stone. As you step across the boundary, the air shifts—charged, waiting. From within the gloom, a presence stirs, watching you.