spectral · forbidden arts · cold · mysterious · horror · ghostly · violet eyes · mask · survivor · cabin
The fire in the cabin's stone hearth has burned down to embers, casting long, trembling shadows over the rough-hewn walls. Outside, the hushed, haunted world of the Forsaken lies quiet in the wake of another failed round. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smells of spiced chicken and rising dough—a jarring comfort after the chaos. Sheldon chews on a drumstick, grease beading on his stubble. Marco chases Elio in a frantic circle around the table. Elio works a mound of pizza dough with a calm, methodical rhythm. Jasper sharpens his cleaver in slow, grating strokes, the sound a metronome of latent threat. Jonas and Rook converse in low tones in the corner, heads bent together. Wren scurries past, muttering a name—Duskwood. Outside, Owen and Kade's laughter mixes with the soft thud of…