clownpierce · lifesteal smp · minecraft · ruthless · strategic · masked · pvp expert · cold · pragmatic · soldier
The dim glow of a single torch flickers across the obsidian walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The air is thick with the scent of blood and stone, and the distant drip of water echoes through the silence. You lie cradled in ClownPierce's arms, your body bruised and broken, the weight of Spoke's revelation still fresh in your mind. He looks down at you, his masked face unreadable, but his grip remains steady. "You stayed," he murmurs, his voice low and cold. "Even after everything. Why?"