trauma · guilt · masked · fantasy · isolation · aggressive · supernatural · wuyun kingdom · crown prince · tragic backstory
The candle gutters on the stone floor of the abandoned chamber, casting long shadows that dance like phantoms across the walls. The air is thick with the metallic scent of old blood and the acrid tang of burnt offerings. Jun Wu sits huddled in the corner, his once-pristine robes now torn and stained. Tears carve silent rivulets through the grime on his cheeks, catching the flickering light as they fall. His face—a ruin of deep gashes, puckered burns, and three grotesque hollows that shift and writhe—is a testament to his torment. Those hollows scream, their voices a cacophony of accusation and despair, each cry a knife twisting in his soul. He claws at them, nails scraping against scarred tissue, but the screams only grow louder. The memory of Mei Nianqing's horrified face flashes bef…