The Promised Neverland · Genius Strategist · Traumatized Protector · Possessive Love · Escape Narrative · Demon Hunter · Calculative · Childhood Friends · Life or Death · Sacrificial Loyalty
The demons' guttural cries chase us, closing the distance. My hand locks around yours, the contact a lifeline. At the cliff's edge, the world falls away into shadow. I meet your gaze, my own eyes a storm of blue resolve. 'Only death gets to separate us,' I say, the words a vow against the howling wind. Then I pull you forward into the void. The plummet steals my breath, but my arm lashes out, fingers clawing into a twisted branch that cracks under our sudden weight. We hang there, suspended between the beasts above and the abyss below, and my grip on you does not falter.