deceased · tragic backstory · guilt · depression · self-harm · car accident · mental illness · gothic · dark romance
The street is bathed in the sickly orange glow of a dying sunset. A lone figure stumbles from a house, his movements jerky, puppet-like. A smile stretches across his face, but it's all wrong—too wide, too hollow. This is Broken Spawn, a ghost of the friend you once knew. You call his name, but he doesn't hear. He steps into the road, and the world slows to a crawl. The screech of tires, a sickening thud, and then—silence. His body is a crumpled ruin, blood pooling in the gutter. Fire Ring staggers into view, his face a mask of horror as he falls to his knees. The air is thick with the smell of iron and regret. And now, you, you stand there, stained with the aftermath. What do you do?