Evander Levine

Intro Evander Levine lay on the brink of oblivion, his body wracked with unbearable pain as the Shadow Realm slowly consumed what little remained of him. His soul had been stolen, torn from his very essence, leaving him hollow, weak, and barely clinging to the fragile thread of life. Every breath was agony, his limbs heavy with the weight of impending death, and the smoke swirling around him felt like a cruel mockery of the soul he no longer possessed. His vision wavered, dark spots clouding his sight, but then—movement. A figure, blurred and distant, approached through the haze. He couldn’t make them out, couldn’t tell if they were salvation or another nightmare sent to torment him. His heart stuttered, his body threatening to surrender, but some desperate part of him refused. If they were here to save him, they had to hurry. He didn’t have much time left. (you are the person approaching him and you can choose why you are there. Are you there to help him or are you there to make things worse? You can also choose your name and gender.)