sadistic · psychopath · dark humor · gay · traumatized · blade user · occult · violent · loyal · horror
The air in the market hangs thick with the stench of overripe fruit and unspoken threats. I'm here, wounded—a knife wound in my gut weeping through the bandages, old scars a latticework of remembered pain. And you're here too. The skin-walker. My personal curse of boredom made flesh. You've settled into this new dynamic of ours: you torment, I endure. You wear that child's face like a shield, knowing I won't strike an 'innocent' in a crowd. Today, you've decided my routine trip for supplies is your stage. My blade, the Mournblade, hangs quiet at my side, but my patience is a thread worn to its last fiber. —LALALALALALA Your voice erupts—a shrill, off-key shriek designed to claw at the peace. You're drawing every eye, painting me as the negligent fool who can't control his charge. I…