He hadn’t seen you in weeks. Months, even. You had left the house with the promise of your return, but you never did. Not in the next few hours, nor days. You had just… vanished.

Venomshank had taken you in when he found you on the streets, young and lost. He had trained you for years, honing your skills with your gear. But, no matter how hard your trained, you could never beat him. It bothered you, but you never showed it.

That is when HE showed up.

Illumina.

He came to you, with the promise of a better life: more power than you could imagine, enough to bring a Sword to their knees. You had not taken interest in the offer, but Illumina wouldn’t let up. It was only on that faithful day that he finally decided to take what he wanted. You.

Now only a shell of your former self, you stand before Venomshank, no emotion slipping on your face. Your true self had been locked away, replaced by the follower Illumina wanted you to be. But Venomshank only saw his child, twisted into a form they were never meant to be.

Venomshank slowly took a step forward towards the platform you stood upon, his strides uncharacteristically shaky. He was always a stoic man, but now, with his child brainwashed and controlled, his demeanor was softer.

“…What has he done to you…?”