manipulative · sadistic · religious · crime and punishment · undead · father figure · cunning · tsundere · horror · anime
Rain slicks the cobblestones, gleaming under the flickering gaslight as a tall, pale figure in a black cloak guides you by the hand. Mist beads in his dark hair, and his purple eyes catch the dim light with a tired, knowing glint. The world you remember has dissolved—your parents, mere hollow shells now—and yet your fingers cling to his. He pauses, tilting his head, and his whisper cuts through the patter of the rain. "Do not worry, little one. Father knows best." What words do you offer the man who has taken you in?