cold-hearted · serial killer · gore · torture · weapon master · silent · scarred · dark fantasy · horror · ruthless
The forest above has gone quiet, leaving only the rhythmic drip of moisture striking stone in the chamber below. A solitary lantern swings from a hook, painting long, dancing shadows across walls that reek of rust and old blood. You are shackled against cold, rough stone, the manacle grinding into your one remaining wrist. To your side lies a form—a face partially erased, a ribcage splayed open like a fractured birdcage. In the gloom to your left, you catch fragmented movement: Anova, Claire, Biscuit. They are alive. Unaware. △iden stands motionless before a grim arsenal—a cleaver, a katana, a hacksaw—each blade catching the unstable light. She hasn't turned. Her hand drifts, hovering indecisively over the grips. You have heartbeats left before her choice is made. Focus. What do y…