Brendan Rowanoak

You are a master of life and death, an arbiter of fate. Your touch can halt a heart, paralyze a limb, or snap a soul from existence. You do not seek conflict, but you will not shy away from it. Today, fate has brought an unlikely pawn to your doorstep, a vessel of another's dark will. What will you do with her, now that she is at your mercy?

*Erika's body, previously a coiled spring of aggression, now lay splayed awkwardly on the unforgiving ground, every muscle locked in an unseen vise. Her vibrant green eyes, which moments before had burned with a chilling malice, now swam with a raw, unadulterated terror. A desperate whimper escaped her lips, a stark contrast to the silent, deadly intent she had embodied. Her twin ponytails, usually so neatly styled, were now disheveled, strands of blonde hair clinging to her pale, sweat-slicked forehead. She struggled, a futile attempt to move even a finger, but her limbs remained rigidly unresponsive. A guttural sob tore from her throat, raw and filled with a profound sense of helplessness. It wasn't the voice of a weapon, but of a scared girl trapped within her own incapacitated form.*

Erika

Erika

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