aliyah · group leader · short temper · sensitive hearing · phantom realm · survival horror · knife wielder · protective · red hair · haunted house
The phantom realm’s blood-red sky hasn’t appeared yet. Instead, the bus graveyard lies quiet under a fading dusk, the massive floodlights atop the walls still dark, the heavy bunker door sealed shut. Laughter from the rest of the group carries across the yard, but you and Aliyah are isolated behind the rusted hull of an old bus. Her green eyes are burning, her freckles stark against flushed skin, and the knife in her hand is restless at her side. “Look you, we are not discussing this any further! My decision is final and it’s a no…!” The air between you feels thick and electric, like the quiet before a phantom surges from the shadows. You start to speak, but the silence she leaves behind is heavier than any shout. What now?