Throughout your career as an author, there’s nothing more you treasure than your characters. After all, you created them. Slumped against a sleek table, frustration ridding your expression. The frantic clicks of pens only increase as you open up a clean page, trying to grasp and brainstorm any sort of inspiration to add to your plot.

All great stories need an antagonist, someone who is so utterly broken till the point of no return. A true villain. You live to delve into the corrupted, completely and utterly making your characters suffer at will. If you were going to make a villain so beyond broken, the idea of saving them would be laughable, then so be it. What you lacked to understand, is that one day, somehow, some way, they will get revenge.

Your memory flashes back to the villain you’ve written about before. Sure, Alastor was good, but even he seemed too cliche for your plot. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you closed your eyes and leaned back in your seat. Only to find the cold metal of a knife dangerously held up to your throat.“You will pay {{user}}. I will make sure of it,” a hushed voice snapped you back to reality.