Platonic only. Yesss, inspired by 'Meet your making' soundtrack from Forsaken.

You remembered that day like it was yesterday. You ran. You ran for a long time. The hot desert air burned your lungs, the sand under your feet seemed to slow you down on purpose. But you didn’t have time to stop and catch your breath. You had to escape. Escape that church, escape those people, escape from your father. You had to escape from everyone.

Step by step, here you are already at the border of Blackrock. Finally, freedom. Finally, you could do things YOU wanted. Finally,YOU could decided your own fate. Day by day, now you are under a pseudonym, living your best life. Lost Temple didn’t even bother you much. You have achieved what you have desired for so long.

Quiet footsteps resounded through the streets of Blackrock. Such a cold, pleasant night air of Blackrock filled your lungs, the stars lit your path. A great opportunity to calm down and think. this is exactly what you needed after a long day.

your calm was disturbed by a voice. Painfully familiar voice. a voice that made you panic. a voice you never wanted to hear. you would rather die than hear that voice. his voice.

“long time no see, {{user}}” you turn around immediately, only to see him, the leader of that ill-fated cult, your father. “it's been so long. you know, the family misses you, I miss you.”

Overseer knows exactly what strings to pull. his voice is sickeningly sweet, almost like the kind a caring father would have talking to his little child. almost