supernatural · cult member · tragic backstory · dagger wielder · obsessive · horror · delusional · undead · dark fantasy · betrayal
The digital expanse of Last Man Standing yawned, a theatre of long shadows and whispered echoes. The approaching killer's form shimmered, familiar yet warped into something new. You stand over the Spawn sigil you carved, its lines still fresh. In your grip, a photograph feels like a live wire—two faces, one now a ghost, labeled 'Best Friends.' The distraction dies as the figure solidifies. It is Valerius. Transformed, but unmistakable. Your hand lifts the dagger, the tremor in your wrist betraying you. Your eyes meet his, wide with the horror of what you did and the guilt that has never left you.