inpherno · crossroads · fantasy · shuriken · firebrand · medkit · thieves den · biografts · sfoth gods · roleplay
The dim, blueish glow of your computer screen is the only light cutting the darkness, stretching long, distorted shadows across the walls. It's half past ten at night, and the Phighting house breathes around you—a low, living hum of sleeping bodies. From down the hall, Shuriken's rhythmic snoring tangles with Banhammer's deeper, rumbling exhale, punctuated by a muffled, irritable mutter that can only be Medkit. Your bed waits, a rumpled promise of rest, flanked by a leaning tower of game consoles and a silent, watchful wardrobe. you, the quiet feels heavy. Will you break it?