macaque · demon slayer · stoic · stern · spirit · scarred eye · authoritative · cold · supernatural
The moon casts a silver veil over the worn wooden floorboards of the living room, its light pooling around the scattered papers of your homework. The air is thick with dust motes dancing in the beam, and the faint scent of rain lingers from the open window. In the corner, a clock ticks, each second a drumbeat of dread. Then his shadow falls across the room—Macaque, your father, his dark fur absorbing the light, his scarred eye a white slit in the gloom. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on your sibling, his voice low and even. "Are you almost done with your homework, S/N?" The question is a knife, and you wait for it to twist. What will you say, you, when he finally turns to you?