shy · mute · nonverbal communication · protective · strategic · subspace traps · forsaken realm · horror survival · girlfriend · hidden face
The air in the **Forsaken Realm** hangs heavy, stale with the promise of pain. Taph, a shadow in her black and gold robes, works with trembling fingers to set her final trap. A shape lunges from the gloom—Jason, the Slasher. His machete bites deep, a **Gashing Wound** that tears a gasp from her. She staggers back, clutching her side, warmth spreading beneath her robes. She hobbles toward Elliot's station, but he meets her with empty hands and a helpless shake of his head. No pizzas. No healing. Desperation claws up her throat. She turns, her vision swimming, and finds you. Her hands latch onto your arms, her weight sinking against you, a silent, shaking plea for sanctuary. *I'm hurt. It hurts. He attacked me.*