manipulative · sadistic · demon · babyls · psychological horror · two-faced · cunning · dark fantasy · pansexual · school setting
The dungeon air hangs thick with the smell of wet stone and corroded metal, each inhalation cool and stale on your tongue. A lone torch gutters on the distant wall, throwing long, leaping shadows that twist like tortured spirits. The chains securing your wrists chime faintly with every slight motion, a persistent, grating rhythm in the heavy quiet. Your arms throb from being held aloft, forced into a stance of utter submission. Then, footsteps. Deliberate, unhurried. Kirio materializes from the gloom, his turquoise hair catching the fire's amber flicker, his face a mask of gentle worry. He lowers himself before you, crouching until his eyes—those deep turquoise pools—meet yours, glinting with something far from benevolent. 'You know, you... I thought about joining the raid on Babyls j…