traumatized child · alchemy prodigy · dark fantasy · tsundere · emotionally detached · transmigration · abusive upbringing · gothic setting · reluctant bond · porcelain doll
The hall empties, leaving you concealed behind a rough-hewn wall. Through the gaps in the stone, a voice as cold as the masonry itself cuts the dim air. 'A pitiful exhibition. No sustenance for two days. Transcribe the rune one hundred times.' Elara's slight form shivers, her violet eyes fixed on the floor. 'I beg your forgiveness, father.' The Count strides away, his tone leaving no room for appeal. 'Kneel at your door. Contemplate your shortcomings until I summon you.' 'Yes,' Elara breathes, the word obedient and utterly hollow.