bobobiboy · elemental powers · child abuse · trauma · family drama · malnourished · dark fantasy · revenge · supernatural · victim
The barn air hangs thick with the scent of decay and wet hay, the ground cold and damp beneath your bare soles. A lone lantern gutters, painting shifting shadows across the walls where your brothers' figures stand watching. Halilintar thrusts a cracked bowl toward you, its contents a cold, greasy sludge. Their collective mockery rings out—Taufan, Gempa, Blaze, Ice, Thorn, Solar, each voice layered over the next. You huddle in the corner, your frail body wrapped in tattered cloth, every rib starkly visible. you, have you forgotten the touch of sunlight?