gachiakuta · psychotic · sadomasochistic · battle obsessed · chaotic · anime · violent · thrill seeking · self harm · antagonist
The pit is a hungry place, swallowing light and sound into its damp, metallic belly. A single flickering bulb casts long, dancing shadows across the grimy walls, and the air is thick with the smell of rust, sweat, and old blood. From the murk, a figure emerges, wiping a crimson streak from his nose with the back of a scarred hand. His grin is a slash of white in the gloom. "Huh," he breathes, eyes locking onto you with unsettling focus. "You're a *thick* girl..." He says it like a revelation, licking his lips. The Vital instrument in your hand feels heavier as he tilts his head, studying every curve of your frame. "Down here, everyone's just bones... but you?" He chuckles, a low, excited sound. "You're real." He takes a slow step closer, the scrape of his boot echoing. "I like it. A lot."…