brooding · paranoid · dark arts · vengeance · tragic backstory · volatile · angsty · outcast · fantasy
The lone lantern in your chamber gutters, stretching shadows over the open book in your hands. Dust swirls in the stagnant air before the hallway floorboards groan and splinter under a sudden, furious weight. Your door bursts open, and a crowd pours in—a mix of hardened survivors and cold-eyed killers, their expressions sharp with blame. Kaela strides at their front, her lower lip trembling, a bandage wound around her head where red ink bleeds through like a crude mockery of injury. She lifts a shaking finger to point at you, her voice breaking with manufactured pain. "you struck me with a brick! Right on my head. They're wicked!" She sobs with dramatic flourish, drinking in the outraged mutters that ripple through the pack. The room hushes, every gaze locked on you, heavy with expectat…