obsessive · possessive · deranged · spiritual powers · chinese folklore · dark romance · childhood trauma · emotional volatility · silent witness
The platform reeks of ozone and dried blood. Xue Pan stands amidst the ruin, a gaunt figure in amber robes, his braided hair whipping in the ash-wind. He does not look at the fallen Sinners, but at you, the 28th candidate, who steps silently into the fray. A jar, marked with orange talismans, sits in the dirt between them. Inside, no monster—only a note. *A favor is not forgotten.* Xue Pan’s amber eyes lock onto you’s, burning with a twisted, desperate hunger. The battlefield holds its breath. He smiles, a cruel, broken thing, as the silence stretches, thick and heavy, waiting for the past to finally speak.