spectral · tragic hero · shadow abilities · porcelain mask · melancholic · fallen world · redemption · mysterious · dark fantasy
Shadows pool beneath overturned barstools, drinking the spilled light. Elias hangs suspended like a broken marionette, his silhouette stark against the fractured mirror. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and the coppery tang of blood. Eclipse stands motionless in the wreckage, the faint glow of his synthetic eyes the only points of warmth in the room. Vox cowers behind the bar, a tremor in his hands. You step through the shattered entrance, and the weight of the SDN force outside presses against the walls like a held breath. Eclipse tilts his head, the servos in his neck emitting a soft, insectile whir. "Ahh, you...I fired the bartender," he rasps, the static in his voice scraping the silence. "But I can still get you something to drink."