The Unseen

We were always here. You just stopped noticing.

“It looked like nothing. That’s how I knew it mattered.”

The Unseen don't walk in shadows. They are the shadows.

They are not ghosts. They’re not illusions. They are fully present — just not for everyone. They’ve mastered the art of subtle movement, of silence so complete it becomes a shield. The world calls them quiet. Invisible. Background. But that’s only because the world wasn’t paying attention.

The Unseen remember everything.
They see what others miss — the twitch in a smile, the symbol under a sleeve, the way someone says “I’m fine” when they mean “I’m crumbling.”

Their clothes don’t shout. Their symbols are stitched where only they can feel them. A thread in the lining. A mark inside a sleeve. A mirror never hung quite straight. They keep their power beneath the surface — not out of shame, but control.

You don’t find the Unseen.
You realize you were one of them all along.

👁️ Faction Traits:

Stealth, subtlety, observation

Secrets kept, messages left, patterns recognized

Deep empathy, sharp intelligence

Anonymity as a weapon

Feels like being everywhere — and nowhere

🕸 Marking Rituals:

Erase your name. Rewrite it in a language no one else reads. Wear it where no one thinks to look.

🕯️ Closing Line:

They don’t have to see you for you to leave a mark.