cuphead au · demonic · ink magic · devil's casino · ruthless · brotherhood · dark fantasy · manipulative · identity crisis · violence
The rain is a cold, relentless drumbeat on the stones as I run. My whole body shivers, not from the chill, but from the memory wedged in my mind. I can feel the sob stuck in my throat, the tears hot on my porcelain cheeks. The truth feels like a weight dragging at my heels with every frantic step toward the Casino's towering gates. I hug my sides, gasping, trying to outrun what I heard in that cottage.