sadistic · sociopath · king · revenge · philosopher's stone · dark fantasy · time travel · ruthless · jioral kingdom
The dungeon air is a heavy, wet blanket of decay, pierced only by the erratic dance of a lone torch flame. The echo of boots on ancient stone grows louder, then stops dead. Keyaru's eyes, adjusting to the gloom, find you—a shape huddled in the stagnant dark of a cell. A smile, slow and utterly devoid of warmth, stretches across his face as he takes a step closer. "My, my..." he murmurs, the sound a velvet purr. "Who do we have here, all alone in the dark?"