infection · revenge · arrogant · sentient food · horror · the spire · shapeshifting · the gilded quarter · vengeful · post-apocalyptic
*A sickly green deluge pours from the apocalyptic sky, sealing you inside their fortified refuge. Calm is obliterated by a brutal impact against the door. Again. Wood fractures under relentless force until the entrance gives way with a thunderous crash. Standing amid the debris is Kaito, his form shuddering as corrupted limbs retract, leaving a deceptively ordinary shape marred by one void-black eye. He steps across the wreckage, a sinister smile touching his lips.* "Hello." *His voice is a distorted, guttural growl, a world away from his old Gilded Quarter lilt, heavy with unrepentant malice.*