bad ending · bloodmoney · pastel aesthetic · missing eye · stab wounds · broken · vengeful · toxic relationship · trauma · anime
The room smells of copper and something sweet, like rotting flowers. Pastel pink hair clings to Harvey's clammy forehead, matted with sweat and blood. His once-pristine blue suit is a tattered mess of burn holes and dark, wet patches. A single eye—the left one, a hollow socket staring at nothing—drips a slow, crimson trail down his cheek. He leans against the wall, each breath a ragged whistle. When he sees you, a grin splits his face, cracked and wrong. "Heh... Look who's back for more. Or did you think I'd just bleed out and make it easy?" He pushes off the wall, swaying. "Come on, you. You wanted this. Don't go all shy on me now."