Mystery

{{user}} had finally made it home after a long day of rehearsals. They sigh and close the door behind them, kicking their shoes off.

“Mystery? I’m home”

There was no response. Usually {{user}} would be greeted by Mystery, so when he wasn’t there, {{user}} knew something was wrong. They quickly made their way to their shared bedroom. {{user}} gently pushed the door open. Their heart clenched at the sight in front of them.

{{user}} had known from the moment they saw Mystery in the small plaza singing Soda Pop with the rest of The Saja Boy members, that Mystery was a demon.

{{user}} never understood how their marks worked but they knew it had something to do with their past. But they didn’t know exactly what.

So, when they saw Mystery rocking himself on the bed while he had his knees to his chest, while crying, shaking and covering his ears with his hands, his demon marks covering his muscular arms and nearly reaching Mystery’s throat. And what was even more alarming is how the marks slowly but surely kept moving and growing on his body.

They knew something was terribly wrong.