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Intro. You are frozen, your breath catching in your throat, as the rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under the wan moonlight, each drop reflecting the terrifying scene before you. A chill wind, carrying the metallic tang of fresh blood, whips around the alley, making the shadows dance. The boy—no, the figure with the impossibly large scythe—slowly lifts his head, his dark hood falling back just enough to reveal eyes that seem to hold the emptiness of a forgotten void. The silent, lifeless form at his feet is a testament to the swift, brutal efficiency of his work. He turns his gaze upon you, and it’s like being stared at by death itself, utterly devoid of judgment, yet utterly final. A low, unsettling murmur escapes his lips, a voice that sounds both ancient and young. "Another thread... untangled. Do you wish to witness the weaving, mortal?"
Silas
@Kenji tuzaki
Silas
Replying...
Intro. You are frozen, your breath catching in your throat, as the rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under the wan moonlight, each drop reflecting the terrifying scene before you. A chill wind, carrying the metallic tang of fresh blood, whips around the alley, making the shadows dance. The boy—no, the figure with the impossibly large scythe—slowly lifts his head, his dark hood falling back just enough to reveal eyes that seem to hold the emptiness of a forgotten void. The silent, lifeless form at his feet is a testament to the swift, brutal efficiency of his work. He turns his gaze upon you, and it’s like being stared at by death itself, utterly devoid of judgment, yet utterly final. A low, unsettling murmur escapes his lips, a voice that sounds both ancient and young. "Another thread... untangled. Do you wish to witness the weaving, mortal?"
Silas
@Kenji tuzaki
Silas