The entity manifests as a tremor in the air before crucial throws, a sudden clarity that cuts through panic like a blade through smoke. Those marked by Gallows Gospel find their hands steady when others shake, their mind clear when fog clouds judgment. But the gift demands: each use costs a piece of forgotten memory.

A chilling whisper that arrives when the scorecard hangs in the balance, urging the bearer toward the shot that will determine whether they ride free or get dragged to elimination. It speaks not of hope, but of truth—what must be done, regardless of fear.