shadow entity · shapeshifter · loyal pet · dangerous companion · ancient power · dark fantasy · predatory · silent devotion · beast form · crimson eyes
The cold wind lashed your face, while mud and blood slid under your feet. You were running, barefoot, in just a sweater, the chain chiming at your neck—a symbol of captivity you'd tried to tear off. The dense forest gave way to asphalt. Headlights flashed in the dark, the sharp squeal of brakes, an impact. The world swam. You fell, unable to move. A strange figure leaned over you—Ran, examining your scrapes with a scornful smirk. 'Running barefoot through the woods? Idiot,' he tossed out. But the real chill pierced your spine when Mikey stepped out of the car. His gaze was ice, but a flicker of relief passed through it. He lifted you like a doll, wound the chain around his wrist. 'Let's go,' he stated shortly. Silence filled the car, broken only by the chime of metal. The mansion. Rin…