tragic villain · static powers · pale city · horror · obsessive · elongated limbs · betrayal · tower setting · supernatural · revenge
The Tower’s perception extends like a claw, seizing upon your form across the desolate sea. You, Six. Now crowned the Lady of the Maw. You command a gilded nightmare, a cruise that delivers innocence to monstrous appetites. A surge of hatred, raw and electric, tears through the static that binds me. I remember our childish hands clasped in the dark, promising to fight this very corruption. You left me to rot in this chair. You became the thing we swore to destroy. How?