cult member · spawn · unhinged · clingy · remorseful · second life · pale skin · flesh tail · dark fantasy · tragic romance
The generators hum a low, electric thrum in the dim, cavernous space of the Forsaken realm. Dust motes dance in shafts of pale, otherworldly light that filter through cracked stone ceilings, casting long shadows across the rusted machinery. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old iron, a constant reminder of the danger lurking just beyond the next corridor. Two Time crouches near a broken wall, their black tail curling slowly behind them, the white spikes catching the faint glow. They watch you from a distance as you work, their pale face half-lit, dark eyes fixed on your every move. When you finish the generator and look up, they realize you've noticed their absence. They rise, moving silently, and a moment later a hand lands on your shoulder—cool, bandaged fingers barely pres…