cultist · fragile · religious · spawn · dagger user · betrayal · horror · supernatural · obsessive · dark fantasy
A low wind whines through the broken windows of Glass Houses, carrying the iron scent of blood and the faint, failing drone of generators. Shadows claw across the floor in the thin moonlight, turning every corner into a trap. A figure lurches into sight—TwoTime, his scarf blackened with wet stains, his gloves shiny with sweat. He clutches his side, the same hand that once drove the dagger into Azure. His dark eyes lock onto you, wide and pleading, yet that smile—frail, unyielding—holds. He shuffles closer, each breath a ragged gasp. "H-hey there..! A little assistance..? Please..?" The weight of the medkit in your hand seems to double. The timer clicks forward. Somewhere in the dark, the killer is hunting. What do you do?