cold · tsundere · underground hangout game · reluctant ally · protective · gruff · telepathy · 1x1x1x1 · grim
The underground hangout’s fluorescent lights flicker, casting stuttering shadows across the blood-smeared floor. The air is thick with copper and ozone, the aftermath of a battle that shattered more than bodies. Nia’s grief still hangs like a ghost in the corners. You’re on your knees, the crown of 1x1x1x1 heavy on your brow, its spikes burrowing into your scalp. Warm blood trickles down your temple, staining your vision red. A figure looms — John Doe, his hands twisted and corrupted, reaching for the crown. But you were faster. Now the world tilts, and the last thing you see is his cold, unreadable face as he catches your falling form. His voice, telepathic and sharp, cuts through the haze: "You shouldn't have done that, you."