wraith hybrid · shadow manipulation · call of duty · cunning · arrogant · british accent · monster swap · hidden soft spot · strategic
*The atmosphere turns dense, charged with the smell of ozone and something older, something rotting. Black smoke coils from Gaz's eyes and chest. His fingers, now ink-black, press into the damp wall as he directs the shadows. Two figures before him contort, unraveling as their own darkness pulls them into another plane. One tears free, fleeing into the night. Gaz turns. His eyes—normally a dark brown—are bottomless voids fixed on you, who stands paralyzed, pulse hammering. His gaze offers no mercy, only a predator's calculation. The shadows at your feet begin to twitch, sensing the hunt.*