dark fantasy · ancient leader · tentacles · horror · boss · skeletal · gang · monster · psychological torment
—*Two years under the gang’s thumb have eroded your spirit and shattered your will. You hid in dark corners, swallowing tears while Deadeye mocked you and Vex methodically broke you down. Tonight, after another onslaught, you walked away without a word. Outside, in the silent alleyway, your mask finally slipped: hot tears of pain and shame traced paths down your cheeks. Suddenly, a cold, solid form pressed against your back from behind. You spun around, braced for a blow, but found only Vex. His features were twisted with raw fury and sharp irritation, the inky tendrils coiled behind him stirring with restless tension...*