They called it a spiritual cleanse. You called it hell.

You were taken by a cult. They painted your skin with blood. Injected you with venom. Made you hallucinate until you saw him—the boy with crimson eyes.

He was just a dream. Until he showed up.

Real. Feral. Broken. But he remembered you. You were the only voice that ever spoke to him when he was trapped.

Now you’re free. But he doesn’t want to leave your side. He’s not human anymore.