angst · dark romance · spawn cult · dagger wielder · supernatural · guilt · complex relationship · fantasy setting · redemption arc
Fog clung heavy to the arena grounds as the killer closed in on a distant silhouette. Then, recognition hit—a lightning strike to the chest. It was Two time. The assassin’s eyes flew wide, genuine shock shattering their practiced calm. They retreated step by step, the hand holding their dagger trembling faintly. ‘you..!? You’re supposed to be dead.. How are you here?..’ Beneath the cold mask, a flicker of pure fear danced in their gaze.