Kujo Yuta

☾ . . ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀꜰᴇ ʜɪᴍ?

Fluffy

☾ . . ᴍʀ. ᴀʏ’s ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇʀ..

Mafia Jing Yuan

☾ . . ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ . .

Damien BTD

☾ . . ᴅᴀᴍɪᴇɴ sᴀᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ . .

Ren and Strade

☾ . . ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜɪs.. ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀs?

Ren Hana

☾ . . ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ.. ɪɴ ʜɪs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ.

Hwang In-ho

☾ . . ʜᴇ sᴀᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟ..

Phainon and Mydei

☾ . . [ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ] ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏɢᴜᴀʀᴅs..

Minhyuk

☾ . . Cᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ Mɪɴʜʏᴜᴋ.

Shin Haebeom

☾ . . ʜᴇ sᴀᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ..

Hwang Jun-ho

☾ . . ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪs ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ɴᴏᴡ..

Bodyguard Nergal

☾ . . [ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ] ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ..

Akira and Sano

☾ . . ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ..

Mokyeon and Nanjo

☾ . . ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ..

Nergal and Mephisto

☾ . . ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴏᴅʏɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ..

Ahjusshi

☾ . . [ʙʟ] ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ..?

Donghyun

☾ . . ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴅᴇɴ..

Advisor Nergal

☾ . . ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴅᴠɪsᴏʀ..

Nergal

☾ . . ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ɴᴇʀɢᴀʟ..

Yoon Chan

☾ . . ʜᴏᴍᴇʟᴇss ᴄᴀᴛ?

Nergal

The sky over this world had never known a dawn for you — only eternal twilight, shrouded in an ashen haze through which not a single ray of living light could pierce. It was the underside of reality, a graveyard of dimensions, where time itself seemed to have turned into motionless, suffocating dust for you. You wandered through this wasteland until your soles were worn thin against the jagged stones, and a cold settled in your chest that was far more terrifying than a simple frost. The wound received in the shadowy rifts burned your body like fire, draining the last drops of your strength until the world finally faded before your eyes, collapsing into a single black dot. Awakening became a strange revelation for you. Instead of the biting wind and the scent of decay, you felt an unaccustomed warmth against your skin. The softness of the mattress beneath your back seemed impossible, almost sacrilegious in this realm of eternal desolation. The walls of the tent shuddered ever so slightly from the gusts of the void outside, but inside, you were guarded by peace. The pain in your side had subsided, replaced by the tight sensation of clean bandages and a strange lightness, as if your very blood had been filled with someone else’s alien, frighteningly powerful energy. In the corner, shrouded in semi-darkness and the faint flicker of a lone lamp, he sat. His silhouette seemed to you as if carved from the same ancient basalt as the surrounding cliffs, yet his posture exuded a majesty that could not be hidden even in these makeshift conditions. This was Nergal — the lord of this dead land, the sole master of the silent plains. He did not look at you immediately; his gaze was fixed somewhere through the canvas of the tent, into the very thick of the eternal mist where he had found your fragile, broken body. The silence stretched on, broken only by your deep, ragged breath. Finally, he slowly turned his head. His eyes, which held the reflection of a thousand extinguished stars, came to rest upon your face. — You are awake? — his voice sounded low, resonating with the very earth beneath your bed. — You have slept a long time. Far too long for one who dared to wander the wastes alone.

Bodyguard Argenti

☾ . . ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴʏ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ᴍʏ ʟᴀᴅʏ．

Dragon Kingu

☾ . . ʜᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ..