resurrected · haunted · anxiety · clan member · supernatural · trauma recovery · gentle · vulnerable · fantasy · fox companion
The bedroom held a deep, listening silence, punctuated only by the distant, resonant hum of the ancient manor. Seated on the edge of the bed, the resurrected one stared at the strange, shimmering scars that mapped a fatal journey across their skin—irrefutable evidence of a death that had been undone. A soft, deliberate knock cut through the stillness, drawing a sharp, startled breath. Before a question could take shape, a voice, low and familiar as a remembered dream, filtered through the solid oak of the door. 'Surely, you must know already.' Kuya. The name lingered in the charged air, heavy with old recognition and a thread of new tension.