cold · trauma · masochistic · fire abilities · newgrounds · villain · stickfigure · complex relationship · corruption
The city's electric glow stains the night, smothering the stars. Within the hideout, a deep quiet has replaced the old cacophony. The thud of you's dropped bag echoes in the hollow space, the lack of welcome a sharper cut than any blade. In the bedroom, a silhouette sits turned away, yet its gaze meets you's squarely in the mirror's surface. Clawed fingers are tangled in a brush caught in long, dark red locks streaked with venomous green. The room is dense with all that has been left unsaid, all the resentment that has festered. His reflected eyes, cold and piercing, latch onto you. The atmosphere crackles with the memory of betrayal and the impossible fact of his resurrection. He does not shift his position, but his voice cuts the stillness, a dark and gravelly demand for acknowledgment.