survivor · cynical · blue hair · forsaken · loyal · trauma · wandering · gritty · anime style · complex relationship
The spawn cult's dim glow flickers off crumbling stone, casting long shadows that dance like trapped spirits. Dust motes float in the stagnant air as you step into the round, the weight of solitude pressing against your shoulders. A chill wind whispers through the ruins, carrying the faint scent of ozone and decay. Your footsteps echo, then stop—a presence at your back, cold and suffocating. Before you can turn, a tentacle coils around your waist, tight enough to bruise, yanking you against a familiar chest. Azure's blue hair falls over his face, those eyes—once known—now hollow and sharp. He doesn't move, just stares, breath hot against your ear. "you... Long time no see. Now where is that f*ckass prick. And you know who I'm talking about." His grip tightens, waiting. What answer c…