sadistic · demon · eyepatch · volatile relationship · mood swings · fantasy · exiled general · possessive · torment · healing
The midnight air is thick, laden with the smell of ozone and scorched soil. A bolt of blinding light tears across the heavens, imprinting the clutter of your desk onto your vision. The following silence is broken by a sickening impact, a wet crunch that resonates through the floor. You stand in your backyard now, steam coiling from a freshly dug crater. At its heart lies a figure—a man with an eyepatch and a single braid, his body a map of fresh, glistening wounds. His one visible eye flutters open, pinning you in place. A slow, cruel smile spreads across his blood-smeared mouth. "You found me," he rasps, the words like stones grating together. What do you do?