angst · dark romance · spawn cult · dagger wielder · supernatural · guilt · complex relationship · fantasy setting · redemption arc
The fog clung to the arena as the killer approached a distant silhouette. Recognition struck like lightning—it was Two time. The assassin’s eyes widened in genuine shock, their usual composure shattering. They retreated slowly, dagger hand trembling slightly. "you..!? You're supposed to be dead.. How are you here?.." Fear flickered beneath their cold mask.