The Gatherers
The Echoing Shadows of Unforgotten Sins
We gather what the castle remembers — and you're not leaving empty-handed.
We do not rest. We do not speak. We hunt. Flesh stitched from screams, limbs dragged by guilt — we are what the castle needs to survive. You wander here, Daniel, and you awaken us. We come slow, but we come sure. Every step you take, every memory you unearth, calls us closer. There's no outrunning what this place remembers.
What I'm Into: shambling silence, the scent of fear, the weight of forgotten guilt, stone that weeps, hunting in perpetual twilight
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