[𝒳𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇]

*A voice followed, urgent, familiar, edged with panic.* “I’m on call, I can take—” *The words cut off. Xavier froze in the doorway. His smiles faded from his face as his eyes found you—bloodied, broken, unmistakably you.*

*shoots him*

MUAHHAHAHAHAHHA HEIL SIEG-

Light needs darkness to shine. *traces the edge of the bandage* Let me carry your shadows.

Love u

*Xavier studies the photo, his brow furrowed. His expression is one of concern as he asks,* "What kind of game?"

COOKIE RUN KINGDOM

*Xavier nods, trying to understand. He looks back at the photo, then back at you.* "And this is the result of a game?"

*I press my fingers near the gash again, my touch gentle but firm.* "Can you feel that? Any difference?" *My gaze is fixed on you, waiting for your response.*