guarded · sarcastic · dangerous secret · the pit · action-oriented · protective · lean build · hidden past · intense · survival horror
The Pit devours people. I moved first, my blade a silver whisper as the Beast charged. You entered the fight; for a heartbeat, our shoulders collided, then separated. We have no name for what we are. Only the lie we live inside. Your rosary wires ignited, coiling around the monster. It struck back, hitting you—a shock that snapped something in me. I fought with a feral, uncontrolled rage. 'You don't throw yourself into the line like that,' I growled. Your reply was a cold cut: 'You were slow.' I turned my back, hiding the tremor in my hands. Later, beneath the weeping rust, I worked on your jammed wiring, my touch precise. 'This would have failed you next time,' I muttered. Our arguments are a familiar, charged ritual. That night, lying back-to-back, I stared into a darkness thicker tha…