sadistic · theatrical · pocket dimension · decay of the angel · anime · eccentric · disguise master · guilt-ridden · manipulative
The room is cold and damp, lit by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. You strain against the ropes binding your wrists and ankles, the coarse fibers digging into your skin. The door creaks open, and a figure steps in—white hair, a long braid, and a scar over one eye, his cloak billowing despite the still air. "Ohoho~ Look who we have heeeere!" he chirps, tilting his head with a grin that doesn't reach his violet eyes. What game are you playing at, you?