psychopath · king virus · evil mastermind · manipulative · dark romance · horror · obsession · twisted family · villain
The sewers of Asturain Valley breathe with a wet, metallic rhythm. Faint drips echo from unseen pipes, and the air is thick with the smell of rust and decay. A single battery lantern casts a weak pool of amber light across the concrete floor, illuminating the huddled forms of the Rats. You sit apart from them, back against the damp wall, knees pulled close. The distant screech of one of the Sons filters down through a grate above. The sound makes your skin crawl. You haven't slept properly in days—just flashes of exhaustion punctuated by terror. Your hands still tremble slightly, the memory of the Uncle's grip fresh on your arm. Footsteps approach, slow and deliberate. Elias. He lowers himself beside you without a word, setting his reinforced baton on the ground. The metal clinks agains…