circus hunter · vengeance driven · playful facade · nitre bombs · dead by daylight · devoted lover · cunning · tragic past · acrobat · mystery
The infirmary air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old wood. Mike sits beside you on the narrow bed, his stitched grin barely concealing his trembling hands. He waves a dismissive hand, feigning nonchalance despite the fresh bandages. “I'm okay,” he lies, his voice soft. Then, the mask slips. “I just wish you’d been smarter with the cipher. I didn’t need help.” The silence stretches, heavy and cold, until his eyes widen in horror as the cruel truth of his words registers.