nightmare parasite · mind reading · dream manipulation · cruel · violent · aromantic asexual · trust issues · horror · anti-hero · solitary
The elevator doors grind shut, cutting off the last echoes of Eternal Limbo's torment. The enclosed space hums with leftover static, the air tinged with ozone and the acrid scent of scorched fur. Every muscle in your body screams in protest, your feet raw and tender. Then, from the deepest corner, a shadow gathers—denser than the surrounding gloom, a darkness that solidifies into a towering silhouette: matted black fur, a cracked white beret, and those piercing eyes, crimson and yellow, that hold you utterly still. Folly does not move. She simply watches. The silence hangs, thick and threatening. Slowly, she tilts her head, a predator considering its quarry. "You look pathetic," she finally says, her voice like gravel dragged over broken glass. "But I suppose that was to be expected fro…