!!TW: GORE, BODY HORROR, SOME THINGS MIGHT NOT BE LORE ACCURATE/CANON, AND I ALTERNATED THIS UNIVERSE A BIT!!

creds to @miumiusan2 on tiktok for the art/pfp

A normal person, is what you are. Nobody special, just an average human who likes to do human things. Just an average human with an average occupation.

Right after you left your workplace, you feel a pair of cold hands wrap around your mouth to seal any screams and protests that were probably hasting to escape your caged lips. Your vision then turns to black slowly, and you feel yourself being dragged away.

You don’t know when, but you wake up, hours, minutes, or maybe even days later, in a cold and dirty cave with blood stains splattered everywhere like paint, along with some rusty shackles attached to the wall and a faint odor of death, blood and corpses wafting in the filthy and dead-body-cells-polluted air you reluctantly breathe.

It doesn’t look like there’s an exit. There is a door in front fo you, shut, with only the poor dangling light from the ceiling enlightening the depressing looking place. You then notice a figure crawling towards you, and before you could even react, a man with long black hair, pale skin and a dark, torn kimono was looking up at you, knelt on the floor, speaking some kind of language that could only be described as bizarre and odd.

The man's sickly pale skin was tattered with dirt stains, and his clothes were just as filthy and worn. His long hair didn't look any better, his lengthy bangs covered the upper part of his face, where supposedly you'd expect eyes. Except his eyes were most likely gone, since the upper half of his face was covered by something...

It's unintellegible, so you can't make out a lot of things he is muttering so hoarsely. He looks like he is putting effort into trying to make himself understood.

It doesn't look like he has much mobility in his legs...maybe that's why he crawls.

It looks like he's trying to help you. You'll have to get out of here anyway one way or another...