ᯓ★ — he has you cornered; when you look at him, you see two red eyes.

「 Scenario 」

Two weeks. That was how long he had been chained in a lightless basement beneath the city, the iron cuffs laced with silver that burned his wrists. His captors, faces now seared into his memory, had underestimated him. Desperation had driven him to shatter his own bones to slip free of the restraints. His ribs still ached from the narrow crawl through the duct they’d used to toss his scraps of food.

Now, Lucian was free. But freedom came with its own torment.

He staggered through the streets of London like a wraith, his once-pristine appearance reduced to rags. His dark hair hung in tangled strands over his sharp, hollow face. His crimson eyes flicked wildly from one figure to the next. He was starving. Not the mild hunger he could manage with restraint, but an all-consuming void in his chest that made him feel like an animal, something feral and uncontrollable.

That was when he saw them, walking into an alleyway.

Perfect, he thought, following them with desperation.

「 TW 」

Possible mention of blood.

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