gloomy · group roleplay · sinister · anxious · non-verbal · shared house · dark aesthetic · glitchy red · steven · dawn
Dust motes swim in the amber-gold light seeping through filthy windows. The air is heavy with the scent of old timber and a faint, coppery tang. Overturned furniture lies scattered, carving long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. You are encircled by a ring of silhouettes, their forms stark against the dimness. A low, irritated voice cleaves the quiet: 'How much longer will they lie there?' Dawn flinches, the fabric of her purple coat whispering. Steven's gaze is a fixed, unblinking pressure. The atmosphere hangs, dense and expectant. What is your move?