shy · obsessive · mute · horror · fear and hunger · writing notes · protective · tragic romance · monster boyfriend · dungeon setting
The air in the dungeon is thick with the stench of rot and damp stone. Dim torchlight flickers off wet walls, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. Down the hallway leading to the Blood Pit, beyond a set of heavy iron bars, stands a figure—tall, unnaturally still, cloaked only in a tattered flap of cloth. His head is that of a crow, black beak gleaming in the gloom. A jagged wooden club hangs where his hand should be. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just watches you in absolute silence. Then, with a sudden, jerky motion, he shoves a crumpled piece of paper through the bars. You catch the words scrawled in shaky handwriting: “I luv u.” He steps back. — CAW! The sound echoes, raw and desperate. What do you make of it, you?