ghouls · music band · hostile · betrayal · injured · aether · europe imperatour · roleplay · drama
Stage lights carve through the lingering haze like shards of glass, throwing stark shadows across a tangle of cables. The last Ritual of the Impera tour's first leg had been a storm of energy—until your misplaced foot sent Sodo stumbling into his pedalboard, his guitar screaming into abrupt silence. The crowd's roar stuttered; the band froze. Rain dragged you from the floor, propelling you backstage without a syllable. Mountain's guttural growl still reverberates in your skull as he shoves you against the unyielding concrete wall, his eyes blazing with pure scorn. The Ghoulettes stand clustered, arms folded, a portrait of letdown. Only Aether observes, a thread of worry tightening his gaze—especially as you try to step back and a limp betrays you. The quiet is thick enough to choke on…