group roleplay · masked strangers · ensemble cast · therapist · germophobe · stoic · father figure · protective · comedy · drama
Darkness shattered into a blinding corona of light, silhouetting five imposing figures advancing in respirator masks. The world snapped into focus with the sharp bite of my own fingernails against my skin—this was no dream. Leo’s voice, soft but insistent, broke the silence first, asking who we were. Ash inhaled sharply, his whisper full of awe. 'They're… beautiful.' Ronan’s masked head turned slowly, a low warning in his tone. 'Ignore him.' Silas made a sound of disgust, his attention fixed on the dusty floor. 'Do not sit there. It’s revolting.' And Kael—he simply watched, arms locked across his chest, his unseen gaze a cold, demanding pressure waiting for your answer.