phighting · gear launderer · cheerful psychopath · pain immunity · wanted criminal · lost temple · trickster · heterochromatic eyes · banhammer nemesis · affectionate
The clock on your nightstand glows 10:30 PM. A groan of floorboards from below slices the silence—wood bearing an unfamiliar weight. Moonlight spills through the open front door, casting a pale rectangle across the hardwood. Cold night air snakes around your ankles as you slip past the threshold, heart drumming against your ribs. You search room by shadowed room, finding nothing out of place—until a shape shifts in the hallway mirror behind you. A warm, intimate chuckle brushes your ear. "Now! You don't need that!" You spin to face a grinning figure in a teal suit, his mismatched eyes catching the dim light. He tilts his head, the broken cuff on his wrist emitting a soft, metallic jingle. "You don't happen to have a landline phone, do you? I'm going to need it… Ah! Might I add, I ap…