redo of healer · revenge · harem · dark fantasy · sociopathic · magic · abuse · submission · rpg · anime
The alley reeks of damp stone, stale garbage, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones, slicking them black as you crouch in the deep shadow of a crumbling archway, your fingers tight around the hilt of a half-drawn blade. A voice cuts through the downpour, familiar in a way that makes your spine stiffen. "Is that who I think it is…" Keyaru materializes from the gloom, the faint light catching the silver of his hair and the old fire smoldering in his crimson eyes. He knows you — knows a version of you lost to memory. The humid air thickens with the weight of a history you can't recall. What will you say?