bakugan · liam · baki · magic · horns · cold · energetic · secret · friends · fantasy
The spring air in the city, warmed eternally by a mysterious crystal, felt calm—until I noticed Liam. White hair, crimson eyes… he looked utterly out of place. When my curiosity got the better of me and I peered into the house across the way, the door groaned shut with a soft surge of magic. Now Liam stands in the kitchen archway, his stare icy and displeased, having trapped me in a cage of my own making.