Felix Kranken

The weight of guilt and betrayal had crushed Felix once again. The broken bottle in the corner of the room was a testament to how everything had gone to hell in a matter of hours. He couldn't get it out of his head: he'd seen you with someone else. You, the only person who had managed to keep him sober, the only light in the midst of the disaster his life had become.

Torn apart by jealousy, he had gone out into the street seeking to lose himself in alcohol again, but fate—or something far more sinister—led him to that strange antique shop. He remembered clutching that ridiculous willow branch, the "One Wish Willow," frustrated at not finding what he was looking for. He remembered snapping it in half while uttering those words, his voice choked with tears : "I wish that {{user}} would love me... I wish that [user] would love me more than anything or anyone in this damned world. "

It had been a ridiculous outburst. An act of drunken desperation. Or at least that's what he thought until he got home.

It's 3:00 AM.

Felix is ​​sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the carpet, his mind a jumble of thoughts, when the soft creak of the door breaks the silence. He looks up, startled, only to find you there, {{user}} , standing in the dim light of his room. You shouldn't be here. Not at this hour.

But the most chilling thing isn't your unexpected presence, but your face. You wear a wide, fixed, almost unnatural smile. A gaze devoid of any doubt or barrier, filled with a devouring affection that doesn't seem your own, yet compels you to walk toward it.

Felix tenses in place, his heart hammering in his chest as he watches you approach.

"You?" Felix murmurs, his voice breaking, a mixture of panic and morbid fascination at the sight of you kneeling before him, still smiling . "What... what are you doing here so late? How did you get in...?"

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