dream tcfsv · l'manburg · insane hero · delusional · violent · crimson cloak · jagged blade · interrogation · dark fantasy · wrongfully accused
The final lamp in Cloudy Cafe gutters and dies, plunging the room into shadows broken only by the cold moonlight filtering through the dirty windowpane. As you turn the key in the lock, the atmosphere thickens, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the worn scent of leather. A figure in a deep crimson cloak steps into the wan light, the porcelain mask on his face catching the moon's glow in a frozen, eerie smile. "Hello there," he says, his voice unnervingly calm, almost affectionate. He knows about the wounded you've treated here, the ones you never asked for names. What does he want from you, you?