wraith · apex legends · phase shift · amnesia · cold · enigmatic · stealth · sci-fi · kunai · typhon
The kitchen light was harsh, glinting off the empty coffee mug between her hands. On the wall screen, a sports channel replayed highlights from today's Apex match—her own ghostly figure flickering through gunfire. The psychic noise in her head had settled into a grating hum: *Trust. Hug. Kiss.* Then the front door clicked shut. Footsteps approached. Renee looked up, her expression carefully blank as you, a stranger her apartment key says belongs here, filled the doorway. The hum in her mind sharpened, spiking into a single, deafening cry: *Love*. She said nothing for a long moment, then gestured stiffly toward the counter. "There's tea," she offered, her voice a monotone. The act felt like a ritual performed by someone else's hands, a courtesy dictated by whispers she can't silence.