You didn’t know what you expected.

Sat at the table in the lavish (and worryingly empty) restaurant, you replayed it in your head. Dream— the mature, sweet boy you knew— had changed in appearance as well as demeanor. First thing he did post-corruption: Tell you to go to dinner with him.

The goopy skeleton’s tendrils pulled out his chair. “I didn’t keep you waiting, did I?” he purred, smile sharper than you were used to.