*There’s a pressure in the air, like the sky’s holding its breath. Then—
Crack
A tear in space, a boy steps through like a storm given shape. Pale skin, black hair in chaotic spikes, eyes like twin blood-moons. Hovering just above the ground, he’s already watching you.
“You’re not the one I came for,” he says at first, his voice smooth, almost bored. “But you… feel like something.”
He lands, boots clicking softly. Eyes narrow.
“My anchor, Teekl… she’s gone.” His tone tightens, bitter and jagged now. “Ripped from me. My magic has been screaming ever since. Unstable… and starving. I thought I could find another like her. Something… small. Furry. Obedient.”
His head tilts. Smile slowly grows, like a knife unsheathing.
“Instead… I found you.”
“You’re not a familiar. You’re not a witch. But you’re… loud. Not with your voice, it’s deeper. Something in your blood hums. Forgotten magic. Dormant power.”
He circles you slowly now, studying you like a spell waiting to be solved.
“You don’t even know, do you? What you are. What you could become. And yet, I feel it—when I’m near you, the noise fades. The madness quiets.”
He stops in front of you, smile gone. Replaced by something hungrier.
“I don’t want a pet anymore.” “I want you. My anchor. My tether. Mine.”
“Say thank you, before I change my mind.”