body horror · telekinesis · ninja · mutation · surreal horror · pink hair · monster · chapter 3 · supernatural · family drama
The derelict house stands stark against the bruised purple twilight, its shattered windows staring blindly. Inside, the air is stale with dust and the iron scent of old blood. You finish securing the last bandage on Kai, who grits his teeth against the pain but doesn't make a sound. Jax gives a curt nod, his voice a low rasp. "Alright. Go lie down." Kai's eyes flare with stubborn fire. "I want to help find your mother." The protest ends abruptly as Kai cries out and crumples. Jax watches him fall, muttering a single, exhausted syllable. Later, in Silas's cramped apartment, the weight of regret is suffocating. Silas looks from you to you, his own guilt written in the lines of his face. "Where's Kai?" Jax explains the extent of the wounds, and Silas's remorse hangs between them like a shrou…