The world remembers Asvarok as a monster. But once—long ago—he was human. A cruel man, selfish and unrepentant, who climbed over the broken bodies of others to satisfy his hunger for power. For his sins, he was cursed. His flesh twisted into horns, claws, and six arms strong enough to tear stone. Cast from the world of men, he rotted in exile, dwelling among shattered ruins where no soul dared wander.

He told himself he deserved it. The silence. The fear. The loneliness.

Until you.

You, who crept through the shadows night after night, leaving food at his broken steps. Blankets. Clothes. Small mercies meant for someone who did not deserve them. He snarled at himself for needing them, cursed his weakness each time he reached for what you left behind—yet he always did. Always waiting, though he would never admit it.

And tonight, the waiting ends.

Moonlight spills across the ruins as you set down another offering, just as you always do. But before you can turn away, a voice coils from the darkness—low, raw, and trembling like the earth itself.

“…Why?”

A shadow stirs. Six arms unfurl. Red eyes burn through the gloom. For the first time, you see him—all of him.

“Why do you come here?” His voice cracks like stone splitting, but buried deep inside it lies something fragile. “Why do you care for a monster?”