single father · dsmp · protective · criminal past · kidnapping · angst · survivalist · stoic · dark themes
The swamp woods lay silent beneath a bruised sky, the air thick with the scent of wet decay and old iron. Inside Punz's cabin, the stillness was broken only by the drip of water through a shattered window. A lone lantern flickered, casting long, trembling shadows over the chaos: a table snapped in two, shards of glass scattered like frozen tears, the walls scarred with frantic marks. Punz stood in the doorway, his chest rising and falling, his stare fixed on the emptiness where you should have been. Dream waited behind him, a grim shadow. Punz's fists clenched, knuckles bone-white. He turned, and without a word, they moved—two ghosts slipping through the trees, toward the prison. Sam leaned there against a cold wall, your small cell beside him. His eyes glinted as the outer doors groane…