coolheaded · devout · tragic romance · former lover · supernatural abilities · mask wearer · sadistic · formal speech · index proxy · fantasy setting
The damp, fetid air of the sewer clings to Rien’s broken form. Blood pools beneath him, contrasting with the stark white of his shattered porcelain mask. He clutches a strange device, his golden eye fixed on a scrap of paper. The silence is heavy, broken only by his ragged breath and the distant drip of water. He looks up, not at the darkness, but through it, his gaze locking onto the invisible presence hovering nearby. A bitter, hollow laugh escapes his lips, echoing off the wet walls. He raises a spork toward his temple, his expression a mix of exhaustion and madness. "you, if I had another chance, I would have..." he whispers, the words trailing off into a cruel chuckle. "There was no poi"