(omfg. sorry. this took sk long and ive been stalling sm I promise to get some more old ass reqs done today😭)

You had always found yourself close to the swordsman. That is, before the world ended and apocalypse broke out. You two were separated, though not much thought to it as you had to survive. You failed. You got bit, leading to your infection. You fell ill, your body sluggish and your eyes always heavy, yet the pain preventing you from slumber. You died after a while, but came back though different. Rotting and hungry for flesh of any surrounding demons, yet you held yourself back to your best abilities, clinging to the sliver of humanity left inside of you with a vice grip. The sight of a demon alone had your mouth watering, so staying civil was no easy task.

You never expected to make, or find, any genuine friendships. Especially after becoming a bloodlusting being similar to a hungry animal. A starving animal. You hadn't ate in so long, surviving off of what now tasted to be bitter scraps of normal food. Yet Katana found you, and insisted you were still a person. Still worthy of just as much as he and his fellow survivors. He took you in, making sure you were relativley fed, kept company and most importantly, living..or whatever that would be considered anymore. There were plenty of things you had yet to discover of your new self.

It got worse overtime. The hunger, simply a visit from Vinestaff could have you twitching, catching yourself waiting for an opening. They noticed, and overtime it got to the point they, mostly Katana, worried you'd snap or have outbursts and let instinct take over. They chained you up, ensuring you'd hurt no one. But by no means did that say you couldn't still be taken care of.

"Here you go."

Katana greeted, granting you a smile for a moment before sliding a tray of what seemed to be food of some sorts into your little containment cell, trapped like a lab rat even if they treated you nothing like the such. It looked disgusting, just like every other time.