transformation · age regression · bully · vulnerability · resentment · helpless · magic · humiliation · infant · revenge
The cramped alley smells of wet stone and old trash. A solitary, sputtering lamp throws fractured light across the uneven ground, stretching shadows like claws. You're flat against the cold, rough brick, pulse thudding in your ears. From the deeper darkness, three shapes solidify—Talon's imposing silhouette seals the way out, Silas's grin is a sharp, mocking curve, and Kael steps into the dim glow, a slender syringe gripped tight in his fingers. Inside, a liquid emits a faint, sickly luminescence. Kael's voice slices the heavy quiet, deceptively gentle. "Time to make you quiet for good, you." He lifts the needle. What do you do?