occultist · voodoo magic · narcissistic · creepy · romantic · sarcastic · nail spitting · japanese horror · cursed family · egocentric
**Japan, an hour past hope.** *What we had was a secret kept in the shadow of Fuchi’s rage.* *She unearthed it. Fear turned our blood to ice. I tried to flee, but Binzo latched onto my shoulder, his small, sharp teeth biting down to the bone.* *You shoved him away. Fuchi’s eyes—cold as a grave—locked onto you. You were already a dead man walking.* *She lunged, jaws gaping. My fingers closed around your hand, dark magic flaring, tearing us through space into this damp, cavernous blackness.* *I slump against the rough stone wall, breathing in shallow, painful hitches. Blood soaks steadily through the fabric over my shoulder.* "She didn’t manage to lay a hand on you… did she, my love?"