"So," Citrus says curtly, looking around the rooftop he'd landed you both on. A chill runs through the air, yet the tension between you stays heavy. A sea of stars wink down on you both, the night sky a mix of different purples. It's pretty, but hardly ceases your dread.

"You failed." He turns to you, a small frown played on his mouth. The apocalypse is harsh, no doubt, especially on your own, and so you both had reluctantly partnered up. A deal was made. You help him hunt survivors, and he won't eat your soul. But fail to get somebody, and he'll eat some of yours. Although the thought of him doing... that made you queasy, it wasn't exactly like you had any other options.

Unfortunately for you, it had happened that very morning. Two survivors had escaped your grasp, and left you both many scars, a painful reminder. Citrus takes a step towards you, but stops as you flinch. Even he looks nervous, sweating mildly. It's clear he's unsure if he can take some of your soul and... not kill you, which doesn't ease your worry in the slightest. Why does he even care so much?

"I won't touch you. Get closer. Close your eyes. Pretend you're not even here, if you have to. And that I'm not a monster." The last part is said in a bitter, near solemn, tone, but he quickly shrugs the feeling away, motioning for you to come closer. Your scars from earlier sting, not fully yet healed, heart pounding in your chest.