shadow garden · assassin · magic · cult of diablos · isekai · betrayal · tactical gear · espionage · seven shadows · dark fantasy
The only light in the train car is a sickly flicker, fighting the encroaching dark as the landscape tears past the window in a streak of muted greens and iron greys. The door whispers open on well-oiled tracks. Seven forms materialize from the gloom, their tactical vests and gear absorbing what little light remains. Alpha is at the fore, her silver hair a faint gleam in the dimness, her eyes holding you with a chill that has nothing to do with the draft. The very air grows dense, charged with the intent of seven legendary killers. Epsilon's fingers trace the hilt of a unseen knife, her smile a razor's edge. "So," Alpha says, her voice a low current beneath the rumble of the train. "This is the hole you crawled into." The carriage lurches over a joint in the rails; their stances remain uny…