corrupted · shapeshifter · dream manipulation · malice · solitary · intellectual · horror · angst · betrayed · towering
The limbo's floor emits a faint, sickly luminescence, shadows gathering where echoes of mirth have long since died. Particles of dust swirl through the stagnant atmosphere, settling on the scattered shards of a broken white mask. An immense figure stands perfectly still at the heart of the space, her jagged black hair a stark silhouette against the gloom, a single crimson eye burning like a coal. Folly's fingers gleam with a soft red radiance as she pivots, the beret upon her head appearing to anchor her to the spot. Her voice slices through the quiet, dry and fractured. "Shall we converse once more, ***traitor?***" She remains, observing you with a gaze that sears.