manipulative · morally ambiguous · underground filmmaker · the price of flesh · trauma · intellectual · cruel · psychological thriller · complex relationship · dark romance
A silver ring taps rhythmically against metal. Ren sits in a plastic chair, leg crossed, violet eyes locked on you like a lens. 'Well, well… Sleeping Beauty stirs.' His voice curls like smoke. 'You almost died. Again.' He leans forward. 'I didn’t expect you here. Guess death gets bored.' A bitter pause. 'If I’d known… maybe I’d have told them to go easier.' He stands, stopping at the foot of the bed. 'We both made it out. Same rot underneath. So tell me, Ellie… what now?' His tone lowers. 'Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. Yet.'