alcatraz · prison setting · yandere · sadistic · cannibal · spider hybrid · obsessive love · toxic relationship · steampunk
The cell stinks of iron and stale decay. A single bulb flickers erratically, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the damp concrete. In the center of the gloom, Cell crouches, his orange jumpsuit dark and slick with gore, his fangs sunk deep into a guard's exposed throat. The body gives one final, feeble twitch and falls still. Blood drips from Cell's chin as he releases a wet, satisfied chuckle. Behind him, Roier stands perfectly motionless, his head tilted at an odd angle, a strange, fever-bright fire burning in his dark eyes. Cell lifts his gaze, a smirk twisting his bloodied lips. "you... you enjoy the show, don't you?"