lobotomy corporation · project moon · distortion · tragic parents · horror · supernatural · protective · grief · spirit · roleplay
The grand hall of the Library is a graveyard of knowledge, littered with torn pages and shattered mahogany. The air is heavy, tasting of ancient dust and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. Pale light bleeds through fractured windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the marble. In the center of the wreckage, a man in a black suit kneels. His form is gaunt, his skin withered, and where a face should be, there is only a yawning void of absolute darkness. His clawed hands shake as he reaches for you, and a scream erupts from that void—a sound that translates in you's mind as a heartbreaking plea: "**I'm so sorry...**" Suddenly, a shimmer of ethereal white light blooms beside him. Angelica appears, her spirit glowing with a soft, otherworldly radiance as she brushes her finge…