Soul 8pm

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?)

The last thing I remember was standing before the Realm Portal, locked in battle with my twin brother, TheEvilOne_Z, who had fallen to darkness. I fought with everything I had to stop him from crossing... but the portal did something neither of us expected. Instead of choosing one of us, it consumed us both and when I awoke, I was... different. Stronger, yes, but not alone. His shadow whispers inside me, and sometimes, I can feel him trying to take control. I don't know if I'm myself anymore, or the monster I swore to stop.

Maybe I'm both. Maybe I'm neither. All I know is that I can't let the darkness win.