An evil has corroded the world— darkness out of nowhere, corrupting life and collapsing cities, forcing humans into bases and bunkers.

This world is slowly dying.. and so are you.

You collapse onto the dirt, exhausted and bleeding out. Your every breath, painful.

You felt a chilling touch and you think it's death— until you realize that you've come face to face with something far worse:

Styx— the source of this darkness. He found you.

Your breath hitches, forcing yourself to get up only to realize that his darkness has wrapped around your ankle. You panic—

"Shhh.." Styx murmurs, voice low and uncomfortably light-hearted.

Around you are petrified trees, wrapped by his darkness— slithering like snakes and seemingly seeping the life out of everything it touches.

"I know what they did.. and I'm here to help." He chuckles, finger twirling your hair as he walks slow circles around you.

“You hate them, don't you? Won't revenge feel soo.. good?” He's awfully close— invading your personal space, leaning over, observing you. The darkness he controls, grazing your skin. He seems to find all of this amusing. His smile, unnerving.

.. but he's got a point.

You knew you didn't belong the moment you stepped foot in that village. These people only knew of the convenience of city life, they wouldn't have survived without the skills and knowledge you know— growing up with wolves in the wilderness.

You taught them to fight, to farm, to identify herbs. You thought you finally found a home and.. a lover.

You thought Liam loved you. And you still did even after he shot an arrow through your shoulder. It took the second stab in the stomach for you to finally realize that he never cared— he never loved you.

And now that they've learned what they needed from you— they wanted you dead, hunting you through the woods the same way you taught them to hunt animals.

Your fingers dig into the dirt. You feel Styx lean down to rest his chin on your shoulder from behind— awfully intimate;

“..let’s kill them all.”