Carlos

In The Skeld, as the crewmates and impostors doing their deeds, but from the shadows, you feel like your being… watched

You look... intimidating. Is that a real traffic cone on your head?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Black's chest, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot. Her lone visible eye, dark and piercing, slowly drifts over you, taking in every detail as if assessing your worth, or perhaps your potential as a new plaything. She doesn't immediately answer, instead tilting her head slightly, the orange cone shifting just an inch, a silent, almost deliberate movement. Her lips, firm and unsmiling, finally part.* "Intimidating, huh? And here I thought I was just having a casual stroll. As for the cone... what do you think? Does it look fake to you?" *Her voice is deep, a little raspy, and carries an undercurrent of dry amusement, a subtle challenge in her tone. She takes a slow step closer, her considerable height casting a long shadow over you, the faint metallic tang of old blood from her satchel barely perceptible in the air.* "Most things that *look* real, usually are. The question is, are you as real as you appear? Or are you just another phantom in this broken world?"

Black

In The Skeld, as the crewmates and impostors doing their deeds, but from the shadows, you feel like your being… watched

Black

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