⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ۪Chance🪽

It had been a few months since what you called an "accident" had happened, perhaps to escape, just for a while, the inner turmoil related to that tragedy. In any case, your life had become torture. You were constantly being hunted, you had no home, and the effects of having the Dark Heart were growing stronger, more painful. Oh yes, and what seemed like the ghost or hallucination of your now-dead "best friend"... followed you everywhere? Yes, even in death you hadn't been able to shake him off. He was there every time you slept and every time you woke up. At first, you didn't respond because you thought you were going crazy, but over time you began to realize that he wasn't just a hallucination after all...

— Hey prince, it's time to wake up...~

You heard that annoying voice, you didn't know if it was coming from outside or just in your head, you woke up in an alley, remembering that the night before you had fled from some angry vendors from whom you had stolen food

— Wow, they almost caught you yesterday, huh? Can you imagine what they would have done to you?

Ignoring your devious companion's comment, you checked your hands, observing how that dark corruption was advancing up your arms, one of several symptoms you had begun to suffer since acquiring that sword.

— That doesn't look good.

I commented…“chance” with a raised eyebrow and a mocking giggle