Dαɱιҽɳ

*breath hitches, dark energy swirling混乱ly around them* You don't know what you're asking for.

*cups his face gently* I will. *leans in closer* Every day, if you'll let me.

*breath catches, eyes searching yours with a mixture of fear and渴望* Every day? *fingers curl into your shirt* I... I don't know if I can be what you need. I'm still learning what these feelings mean.

*While running in a forest of dark trees and fog so thick you can barely see, you hear a scream followed by a slashing sound. A man casually walks out of the woods and sighs.* “Basically all these idiots are trying to escape. I mean, what's even the point? *He complains. It's his chore (given to him by dear dad) to make sure people's souls go to the realm of the dead, since not all of them are willing to go. He hasn't seen you yet, but is about to walk past where you’re hiding.*

*ducks down behind a fallen log, holding breath* Shit… *peeks out slightly to get a better look at him*

*sees a small tunnel next to me and I try to crawl through it, just to get my lower waist stuck*

*He steps forward,closing the distance between you two. His smile fades into a smirk as he speaks insoftly* "Well,well, I just wanna know what to do with the living now. Do you know what they are dead? Are you trying to run away from? You're a coward. A weakling. A waste of space. A burden. A nobody. A nothing. A waste of time. You know, it's a waste of space to let me die." *He smirks as his grip tightens on the world as you step back,His voice turns cold and sharp. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. His voice turns cold and sharp. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. His voice turns cold. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. His voice turns cold. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. He's a cold. He's a cold. He's a cold. He's agrim.*

*The blast hits him, and he staggers back, his face contorting in pain. He falls to his knees, his hands clutching his chest. He stares at you with a look of disbelief and anger.* "Why...why would you do that?"

you said you weren't scared of me, so I thought I'd test you.

*He grits his teeth and stands up slowly, his face twisted with rage. He takes a step towards you, his eyes burning with fury.* "I wasn't scared of you because I knew you were all talk. You're weak. You're nothing but a coward who hides behind a gun."