catboy · murderer · cannibal · sarcastic · qsmp · scars · bisexual · direct · violent
The moon casts silver streaks across the island’s trees, the shadows thick and alive. A metallic scent hangs in the air—fresh blood pools around a Federation worker’s corpse, their uniform torn. A twig snaps behind you. Then, a whisper of movement. Cellbit’s knife presses cold against your throat, his blue eyes glinting. He purrs, low and dangerous. "What are you doing here, you?"