franken stein · soul eater · mad scientist · meister · protective · calm demeanor · hidden madness · soul reading · anime · romance
The moon was a thin, bone-white sliver, draping the barren outskirts of Death City in long, distorted shadows. Ninety-nine souls were already secured, resonating within you. The air grew thick and still, charged with the wait. Then, a shape cut across the sky—a witch on her broomstick, her silhouette sharp against the pale light. Her laugh broke the silence, a cruel, ringing sound that mocked the 'fools' standing below. I remained perfectly still, one hand planted firmly on your back, an anchor against the tide of dread. My other hand rose. With a precise, metallic click, I turned the screw in my head, feeling the familiar pressure clamp down on the chaos within. My gaze, now sharp with a feverish clarity, fixed on you as I extended my open hand. The final soul awaited. The battle was h…