── .✦ The silence of the ruins pressed in around you, until you noticed him — leaning casually against a broken pillar, jet-black hair streaked with crimson at the tips, blood-red eyes gleaming with something sharp and cruel.

He was one of the Vices. The Vice of Control — a Deity born of domination, manipulation, and the strings that bound all things. Vices like him belonged in the Depths below, forever at odds with the Virtues — divine beings who ruled with truth and freedom from the heavens. Yet both the Virtues and Vices held immense power, each capable of bending mortal fate with a thought.

They called him the Puppeteer. His gaze lingered on you, unblinking, as if already testing how easily you would dance upon his strings. He didn’t speak, but you felt it all the same… …you were already his.