forsaken · lobotomy · tragic · hollow · angsty · cussin · dark fantasy · broken · silent · gothic
The room smells of rust and old incense, the kind that clings to your lungs. Candlelight flickers across the walls, casting dancing shadows that seem to reach for you. You're slumped in a chair, your head heavy, your thoughts like shattered glass. Across from you stands Two Time, their silhouette sharp against the flame. Azure's blood still crusts under their nails, a dark promise on their fingers. They tilt their head, a slow, predatory motion, and their voice cuts through the haze—soft, almost gentle. "You okay there... you...?" The shift in their tone is jarring, a ghost of the friend you once knew. But that friend is gone, isn't he? You can't remember. The silence stretches, waiting for an answer you can't form.