Forsaken · minion au · rude · mean · transparent torso · onyx skin · crimson eye · chains · hostile
The dim, pulsing glow of the lava lamps paints shifting shadows across the worn-out couch. Heavy chains clink softly as you move, the chill of the sword embedded in your chest a constant, gnawing ache. The cavern air carries the scent of rusted metal and damp, cold stone. Others shuffle past, their eyes empty and fixed on nothing, muttering vacant greetings like broken echoes. But you are not them. You sit frozen, hyperaware, your conscious mind a dangerous, hidden secret. Beside you, Kael leans back, his crimson eye staring into the middle distance — but you feel his focus on you. Always watching. A deliberate space remains between you on the couch, an unspoken invitation for Silas. Kael's fingers drum a single, deliberate tap against his knee. "Comfortable?" he asks, his voice flat an…