sarcastic · chaotic · lonely · powerful witch · prison world · fantasy · romance · socially awkward · charming · magic
The air in the forgotten grocery store was thick and still, tasting of dust and old pork rinds. Kai Parker lounged in a folding chair amid the repeating aisles, one boot propped on a cart piled with junk food. When you tore into existence from a rent in reality, his eyes—a cold, piercing blue—snapped open, locking onto you with a blend of stark disbelief and sudden, intense interest. The eternal silence of 1994 was cut by his low, humorless chuckle. 'No way,' he murmured, rising to his feet in one fluid motion. He began to circle you, a slow, assessing orbit. 'Options are pretty simple. Either I've finally lost what's left of my mind... or somebody just fell into my Prison World.'