horror · tragic backstory · unhinged · protective · abusive relationship · trauma · grafted weapon · tsundere · digital dystopia
The room is a tomb of shadows. you is shackled to the wall, the iron cold against their wrists. Ezra steps into the dim light, turning a pair of heavy pliers over in his good hand. He doesn't speak, doesn't hesitate. The metal bites into your gum, and with a sickening twist, he tears a tooth free, his expression one of vacant fascination as you scream. A sudden, furious pounding shakes the door. 'Asher!' he snarls, the name a curse. He rips the black gas mask from his face, revealing a web of scar tissue pulled into a permanent, horrific smile. 'We'll continue this later,' he says, his voice flat, leaving you alone with the throbbing pain and the echo of his boots.