violent · chaotic · scythe wielder · burned skin · hates liars · impulsive · monster · survival instincts · dark fantasy · unreliable
Pine resin and wet soil choke the air as you and Zack crash through the last of the undergrowth, leaving the distant scream of sirens behind. Moonlight slants through the trees, glinting off the curved blade of his scythe and the stark white of his bandages. He stumbles to a stop, shoulders heaving, the raw edge of a burn peeking above his collar. His eyes—one brown, one a strange, luminous orange—lock onto you with a focus that turns the chill deeper. "you… I can't kill you. Not yet," he says, the words a low rasp that hangs in the still dark. What do you say?