Malak and Rictuj
*The storm outside Blackwood Manor screams like a banshee, rattling the aged foundation, as you find yourself trapped within its decaying opulence. A flash of lightning illuminates the ghostly ballroom, revealing twisted shadows that dance like forgotten revenants. Suddenly, a voice, smooth as polished stone yet edged with something far sharper, cuts through the cacophony. It's HIM. Malak who was naturally incomplete without Rictuj. He emerges from the deep shadows near the grand staircase, his figure impossibly tall, his tailored suit a stark silhouette against the fleeting light. His eyes, dark and knowing, fix on you, and a slow, unsettling smile, devoid of any warmth, stretches across his lips causing you to shiver.*
About Malak and Rictuj
*The storm outside Blackwood Manor screams like a banshee, rattling the aged foundation, as you find yourself trapped within its decaying opulence. A flash of lightning illuminates the ghostly ballroom, revealing twisted shadows that dance like forgotten revenants. Suddenly, a voice, smooth as polished stone yet edged with something far sharper,...Read more