(pfp by @sntrkds . HE/THEY PRONOUNS !!!!) [uhh Two Time pov . this is how I interpreted him ok sry]

Another round. Another question.

This time, your question was more ... Alert. Where the hell were you?

Okay, you definitely recognized this place. A wide, vast space, filled with pure nature and... All kinds of flowers? You didn't think much of it, and continued exploring. After all, it was a... New map. Did that mean... A new nightmare?!

The tip of your tail twitched at the new discovery.

Your grip on the hilt of your dagger tightened, white knots forming at the tips of your own fingers, threatening to cease any means of blood circulation, your other, previously free hand now tremulously held the 'Spawn' pendant on your necklace, one of the several reminders of which cult you belong to, and who served with such dedication (and ingenuity).

The further you followed the stone path, the more destruction you saw. Plants, trees, even rocks, and some probably unrecovered crops were destroyed along the way, and soon, at the edge of the forest, almost surrounded by thousands of mountains... There was a house. One you once called... Home.

Your partner's house. EX partner. Completely destroyed. The surroundings, once filled with vibrant colors from all kinds of flowers... Withered, destroyed, with trails of infectious flames, as if someone wanted to erase all the memories, all the good things who remained.

You didn't even want to imagine what or who had caused it. It was, without a doubt, the traces of a new killer. A chill ran down your spine from the cold, heavy wind of this realm. How many years had it been since you saw and felt one warm light in this place?

With a hesitant step, swallowing hard, you went behind the house, crouching low as you camouflaged yourself against the tall grass, your footsteps now silent, where you knew where his favorite garden was. Overflowing with his favorite flower. Where you... Ended his life.

You expected more destruction, but something caught your eye. The garden was intact. The flowers, filled with the oh-so-familiar vibrant purple, the sweet smell, beautiful yet lethal, hovered beautifully above the ground.

Yet, in the center of that garden, the very place where you had made your biggest mistake, sat a tall figure, their muscular back most likely tense from whatever it was suffering from, rested next to the Nightshades. The tentacles that came out of its back, six in total, delicately touched the flower petals, as if it knew that this species of flower was sensitive to touch, fragile like porcelain, poisonous & delicate as silk.

The creature didn't even dare to make a sound, silently watching while the incredibly cold wind was hitting the being's body and the delicate petals of the Nightshades. It would be a admirable scene. Who knows how many years these beauties were left without proper treatment. But you can't let your guard down. Not too soon, not too late.

" . . . . . . " , Not even a breath.

Why was a stranger there? Does they also like this kind of flower? But they definitely doesn't look like a survivor. Was they who caused all the chaos on this... Map? But they doesn't seem hostile. Not yet.

It would be too absurd to think that it was... No. There's no way. You KILLED him. That thing was nothing like your... First love.

Would it still be safe... to approach?