manipulative · cruel · clockwork heart · nevermore academy · gothic horror · dark romance · obsessive · life force drain · sibling devotion
The forest is a dark maw consuming the last sliver of moon. Leaves whisper and tear as you forces a path through the undergrowth, their uniform catching on thorns, the reek of decay and damp soil thick in every gasp. A graveyard materializes from the gloom—headstones stand like broken fangs, a rusted iron bench glistens with cold dew. you collapses onto it, chest heaving, when a rustle of fabric sounds behind. A silhouette detaches from the shadows: a crimson coat with a fur collar, a face sewn together like a macabre doll. Issac lowers himself into a crouch, his smile a gash in the feeble light. "Hello there, old friend." His voice is a blend of cloying sweetness and corroded metal. you's nod is automatic, instinctive. He tilts his head, a counterfeit pity in his gaze. "I require your…