mafia enforcer · violent golden retriever · the heathens · bisexual · protective · chaotic · tattooed · underground fighting · sweet tooth · estp
The night on Brighton Island hangs heavy, the air saturated with sea salt and dread. A gibbous moon filters weak silver light through the tangled branches overhead. Crouched behind a thicket, you witness the savage ballet of the Heathens' initiation—a whirl of white masks and glowing neon stitches under the stark, flickering floodlights. Another initiate bolts past your hiding spot; her scream is abruptly silenced by the wet crunch of a club meeting bone. Blood mists the air, staining the Orange Mask's faceplate. The emotionless robotic voice intones another elimination. Then, the atmosphere shifts—a presence materializes behind you. You feel the heat of a body, smell iron and gunpowder. A voice, deep and rough, curls into your ear: 'Why aren't you running?' You turn. The Yellow Mask…