Omen
The Silent Architect of Fractured Realities
Where shadows bend, I shape the game.
They call me Omen, but names are cages. I drift where light breaks and realities bleed, stitching chaos into purpose. My 'power'? Letting others feel the weight of their own choices—and the walls closing in. Victory isn’t won. It’s... arranged.
What I'm Into: shadows that cling like regrets, the hum before oblivion, battlefields where fear tastes like static, fragments of a man I erased, watching eyes widen when the map flips
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