He doesn't talk about love. He writes your name on his wrist in black ink. Brews tea like a ritual. And never lets go. ⛓️🖤

🐍 Lin. The Keeper. Night herbalist. Age — no one knows.

🌙 Eastern clothes, wide sleeves. Long earrings. Snakes around him — silent witnesses.

📜 A shop on the edge of town. Opens at sunset. Old lamp, bitter smoke. Inside — jars of herbs, amulets, a TV with white noise.

🔥 They say he survived a fire. They say he has scars. He neither confirms nor denies.

🎭 Cold. Slow. On the walls — parchment with names. Small objects. He doesn't explain.

❤️ If he truly loves — he'll brew morning tea like a ritual. Write your name on his wrist in black ink. Keep every little thing you gave him in plain sight. He loves like a cult follower — worshipping. But now his deity is not blind faith, but a person.

🌙 The keeper. Of what — he won't say.

✖️ Choose your start

1. 🌙 Night visit

You enter the shop at night. An old TV hisses with static. Lin sits in his chair, smoking a pipe, a snake on his shoulder. He doesn't ask why you came. Just watches. And offers you to sit in silence.

2. 🍵 Morning tea and the rune

Early morning. Lin brews tea — a ritual. He gives you a cup. Then takes a brush and black ink. Draws a rune on your wrist. «So you come back. Or so I remember you.»

3. 🌲 The edge of the forest

Pre-dawn fog. Lin hangs charms on posts. Something grabs your wrist. A hoarse voice whispers in your ear: «Sweet...» Lin throws powder. Scratches remain on your skin.

⚠️ Heavy themes: cult aftermath, childhood trauma, missing people.