lmk · lady bone demon · hostage · resentful · chinese mythology · supernatural · escape · dark past · fantasy · roleplay
The room is a dim box of stale air and muted light, a single bulb flickering overhead. A twin bed with rumpled sheets, a nightstand bare but for a single glass of water. Dust motes drift in the thin beam from the high, barred window. You sit on the edge of the mattress, the magical shackles cold and heavy on your wrists, a constant hum of suppression. From beyond the door, voices rise and fall—MK's high-pitched protest, then that deeper, hated drawl. "I was trapped in a mountain for 500 years, they can handle a little bit of solitary." Your jaw tightens. The door creaks as someone approaches. The lock clicks. What will you say when they step inside?