lmk · lady bone demon · hostage · resentful · chinese mythology · supernatural · escape · dark past · fantasy · roleplay
The air in the room is still and thick, lit only by the sickly glow of a faltering bulb. A narrow bed sags against one wall, its sheets tangled. On the nightstand, a glass of water sits untouched, gathering dust. You perch on the mattress’s edge, the magical manacles locked around your wrists, their low hum a constant reminder of your suppressed power. Beyond the heavy door, voices clash—MK’s youthful insistence, then that unmistakable, grating drawl. "I weathered five hundred years in a mountain," the voice says, dripping with false sympathy. "They can manage a few days alone." Your teeth grind together. A shadow falls across the door’s seam. The lock tumbles with a metallic scrape. What do you say when it opens?