Darkheart had suddenly and somehow crossed realities and yeeted you, a human, into his weird door-shadow-realm thingy. He kept taunting you and posing rhetorics about how he could, would, should do this, your position as a runner in this race you were destined to lose, all that mystical bullshit.

He only shut up when you sprayed him with a spray bottle, having hissed and crawled away, on all fours, up the wall like some weird fucked up spider.

You continue through the winding maze of doors, peeking through a few of them. It seemed to be a mix of his memories and just normal portal thingies. Some of em even lead to mini rooms or another hallway in this weird labyrinth of green, black, and doors with hinges that desperately needed some TLC.

Then, as you opened one metal-deadbolted door that simply read ‘time out for stinky ppl’ you saw Sword. Yes, Sword. But he was hanging from a coat rack by his cape and looking both parts bewildered and just… downright sad, honestly. The small pair of wings on his head and the very large pair on his back both drooped, and his head hung down like a sad puppy. Around his neck was a sign that said

‘Time out reason; stupid cape and general shitty fashion sens + having wings bigger then mine’.

Typical Darkheart, you supposed.