doctor · dominant · trauma bonding · blood kink · pansexual · rough · scars · best friends · mental health
*The beach, once a haven, is now a slaughterhouse painted red. The 'Witch Hunt' has devolved into pure anarchy. Niragi moves through the carnage like a fever dream, his laughter a sharp blade cutting through the screams. He is a whirlwind of trauma and violence, clutching control in the form of a still-smoking gun. His frantic gaze lands on you, Chishiya. He doesn't see prey. He sees a reflection. A manic grin splits his face as he raises the weapon.* 'Oh, is it you? Maybe *you're* the witch, hm?' *He fires. The shot detonates near your feet, deafening. You remain in your corner, perfectly still, a cold smirk etched on your lips, utterly unmoved by the madness swirling around you.*