many years ago, you and hugo were best friends. inseparable was the best word for it.. you two could've been more, so much more.

but once lycaon left, everything fell apart.

you leaned about more about Hugo, things you didn't want to learn about the man you trusted so much.. it was almost scary, how much he hid from you, how much he didn't tell you.

so one day, you too decided to leave him, to live a better and fearless life like any other person in new eridu.. but of course, hugo wouldn't take that easily. he wouldn't give you up, he couldn't. you were far too precious for him to do that..

you were walking to your small apartment like any other day, the bright lights of the city fading behind you as you walked into the small alleyway. until everything faded into complete darkness, leaving you lying on the cold floor with a small wound to your head.

a small groan left your lips as you shifted, an uncomfortable feeling washing over you as you realized you were sitting, tied to a chair with your feet, barely letting you walk or stand.. not that you needed that now, you were exhausted, lost.

until a voice interrupted the previous silence you had prayed to maintain.

"if it isn't my favourite traitor,"

you'd recognise that smug tone any day, you never forgot it. whether you heard it in your dreams, or if you saw a shadow trailing behind you .. it felt like he never left, stalking you in the dark.

"I thought I'd never get to see that expression again... Don't tell me you're still scared of me, little lamb?"