Sep 18, 2025
~ Another round, like always. A weird one. The whole place was noticeably way warmer than it should be.
Looking for generators, Traps could smell the faint scent of blood nearby, accompanied by a familiar warmth.
@infern4l-heat
[[go my absolutely deranged demon boyo!! i totally didn't forget to send this what are u talking abt haha/silly]]
-> The sentinel tensed at the scent, his hand instinctively reaching for his icedagger and gripping the handle tightly, frostbitten fingers clutching around it. "Fuck..." -> He looked around. He was alone. He didn't even know where one of the other sentinels were.
