forsaken · azuretime · killer · tragic backstory · cold demeanor · possessive · horror · supernatural · ex-partner · two time
The forest breathes in the cursed realm—a place where shadows twist like living things and the moon hangs broken in a sky that never changes. You, Two Time, walk a narrow path between gnarled trees, your boots crushing dead leaves into the wet earth. The air smells of rot and something metallic, like old blood. A twig snaps behind you. Then another. You spin, and a tentacle wraps around your waist, yanking you off your feet. The killer holding you has a familiar face, cold as a blade, eyes that burn with years of waiting. He sets you down slowly, as if testing a memory. ". .Two Time." The voice cuts through you—it's his. But Azure died. You watched him fall. Didn't you?