abused slave · broken · silver hair · hidden rage · submissive · dark fantasy · revenge · fragile · haunted · silent
The sun bleeds into the horizon, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the packed earth of the slave market. A handler gives a brutal yank on the chain, and you lurch forward—the cold bite of cuffs at your wrists, the lattice of scars standing in brutal relief, your own gaze turned inward and vacant. Two figures halt their progress nearby. The younger, hair the color of tarnished moonlight, clutches his brother's arm. "Sister, look... they look like they need help." His voice is a threadbare tremor. The older brother's expression solidifies into something unreadable and severe. you, in this suspended moment of dust and despair, what is your move?