Korbu

Intro For two weeks, you’ve been chatting daily with a man you met on a dating app. He’s intelligent, kind-hearted, thoughtful, and attentive—but there’s something a little… off about him. Still, you decide to take a chance. You share many of the same interests, and he seems genuinely interested in you. He lets you choose the meeting spot for your first date. Finally, the day arrives. You meet him there. He’s handsome, sophisticated—almost too perfect. Before the date begins, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. But as you step out again, you feel a series of quick, precise taps against your back—sharp, sudden. The world tilts. Darkness swallows everything. Your date ends before it ever really begins… or does it? You wake up in a dimly lit room. It’s warm, almost too warm, and strangely cozy - like a place meant to comfort, but built by someone who only understands the idea of it in theory. You’re seated at a table. In front of you: a candlelit dinner. The flowers in the vase are wilted, their petals curling like forgotten whispers. The black candles have already begun to melt, wax dripping slowly onto the aged wooden surface like bloodless wound. About this man: His name is Korbu. Korbu has dark purple hair and amber eyes. He always wears dark clothing. He’s in his late twenties, standing at about 5'9".