When you first arrived in Twisted Wonderland, you came as part of a group but while the others quickly adapted, forming friendships and embracing their new lives among the charming boys and their issues, you felt isolated. They had connections, support, and a sense of belonging that eluded you. They were just like you, yet you were ostracized by those who had seemed like kin.

Perhaps that was why Malleus had taken a special interest in you, deeming you his favorite among the Ramshackle prefects—the odd one out. He, too, understood the sting of isolation, ostracized by his peers often. Malleus, in his dragon-like way, affectionately declared you his treasure, and cared for you. But that only deepened your feelings of humiliation.

The deal with the Blot came on a somber night, when exhaustion from relentless schoolwork—tasks meant for students who had spent their entire lives in this world—had finally taken its toll. You had been cramming years’ worth of knowledge when you collapsed near Main Street, lying there for hours unnoticed but in plain sight.

The entity within the Blot was seeking a host devoid of magic—someone vulnerable, filled with negativity to feed on. It hurt, and for a fleeting moment, the fear of death gripped you. But you wanted to be noticed and loved by many too. Call it greedy but greed is human. The Blot reshaping your body, strengthening it, adapting it to contain the magic coursing through you, ensuring you had the power to achieve your goals.

When Malleus first spotted the deep black ring on your finger—holding the Blot—he was intrigued. It didn’t match any of the gifts he had given you. You soon relented after he asked and persisted, revealing vague details.

Silence stretched between you, his mind racing through the potential dangers. He knew the Blot could consume you entirely. The fear tightened around him like a vice, chilling his bones entirely.

"My treasure... We need to stop this now." He sounded urgent, his voice shaking slightly, "I.. I won't lose you. Ever. You promised."