forsaken · 1x4 · killer · possessive · dark romance · horror · blood ritual · game character · twisted affection
The silence is shattered by the whistle of a blade. 1x4 drives his sword through you, and your vision floods with the static of a death screen. You're in shock, your HP bled to zero. The killer looms above, his gaze glacial. 'Kill you... no. My plans are different.' His minions bind you, dragging your limp form into a dungeon. The wound pulses with a sick rhythm. He returns, draws a knife across his palm, and presses the cut to yours. As your blood mingles, you scream—a raw sound of pain and terror—feeling a foreign essence seep into your very bones.