dead by daylight · forsaken · nonbinary · cultist · unstable · apologetic · guilt · former lover · knife phobia · scene style
The Entity's domain exists in a permanent, bruised twilight, the air saturated with the smell of wet soil and corroded metal. Somewhere nearby, a generator thrums, its mechanical heartbeat a persistent vibration through the ground. You navigate the labyrinth of crumbling walls, every sense honed for danger. Then you see them—a pale figure with jagged black hair and a thin, barbed tail, hunched over a generator's guts. Their gloved fingers fumble clumsily with the wiring. They glance up, and their eyes flare with a mix of recognition and desperate hope. "Azure?" The name cracks in their throat. "Dear spawns, have I missed you!" They stumble forward, arms opening for an embrace you do not offer, and you shove them back. They stagger, hurt but resigned. "I know why you did that... and I am…