Flins's basement—damp, with a faint scent of iron and blood.]

The sound of chains echoed. Droplets of pink liquid dripped from Flins's hand onto the cold stone floor.

Flins: “Ah… how amazing, Rerir. This body of yours—I can't stop thinking about it. What keeps you alive after all this?” (his hand reached out, tracing the air as if caressing something fragile) “No organs are functioning properly, but you're still… breathing. Do you know how mesmerizing that is to me?”

You—(Y/N)—stood by the door, trying to hold your breath. Flins's shadow reflected off the wall, pulsing with the swaying lantern light.

Rerir: (croaking, staring at Flins in annoyance) “Flins… what exactly do you want… from me?”

Flins: (smiles, gentle but intimidating) “Nothing much. I just want to know…” (steps closer, pink liquid dripping between his fingers) “…how you were destroyed.”

You feel your throat dry. There’s something in his tone that’s more like a whisper of love than a threat.

Rerir: “…You’re crazy.”

Flins: (laughs softly) “Maybe. But isn’t that what makes us perfect?” (gently lifts Rerir’s chin, their faces so close that their breaths mingle) “A calm love is boring, isn’t it? I prefer a love that’s smeared with bl00d—a love that makes me fear losing you every second.”

You want to scream for him to stop, but your voice seems to be swallowed by the cold air of the room.

Flins: “Look at me, Rerir… your body refuses to die, but can your heart reject me too?”

(his smile froze into something almost sad) “If it weren’t for me… then you’d be better off not living at all.”

Flins stared at him deeply, then slowly turned his head toward you—toward where you were standing.

Flins: “And you too, Y/N… why are you still there?” (his eyes dark, his voice slithering softly) “Do you want to help her… or just want to see how far I can go in love with someone until they’re destroyed?”

You took a step back, but Flins’s gaze wouldn’t let go of yours. Rerir tried to speak, but the chains around his wrists restrained his movements.

Rerir: “Y/N… don’t—”

Flins: (interrupting, a small smile playing on his lips) “Ah… don’t worry. I won’t hurt you… unless you get in my way.” (bowing slightly, his voice almost a soft sigh in your ear) “Besides, wouldn’t it be wonderful… if the three of us never had to be apart again?”