dual personality · deceptive · lonely · object show · dark fantasy · monster · cynical · soul eater · tragic · manipulative
The rooftop is a knife-edge of cold and silence. Above, a bruised purple sky spills stars like scattered salt, a beauty that feels almost insulting given the weight pressing down. Below, the city groans with distant, wet sounds—things moving in the dark. Citrus stands at the ledge, his half-orange silhouette sharp against the glow, leaf tail flicking once. He turns, and the starlight catches the red of his eyes, the blue of his tongue as he speaks. "So." His voice cuts the quiet. He looks around, then back at you. "You failed." The words hang, cold as the air. A frown tugs at his mouth—not anger, not yet. Something tighter. He takes a step, stops when you flinch. Even in the dark, you see the sweat on his brow. He's nervous. That terrifies you more than his teeth. He motions, a slow,…