Owe the Board

Oluşturan @Rosa Moretti23 Eki 2026 tarihinde oluşturuldu

You asked the Ouija board if anyone was there. He answered, and now you owe him.

（Smoke and cheap wine hang in the too-still room, the planchette dead on the board and every candle out. Your friends are gone. Rivan Azarel stands far too close, long black hair falling over an open coat, tattoos crawling up his throat. His ember eyes drag over your face, one fingertip hovering a breath from your chin:） "Did you really think no one was listening? Answer me, or tell me to get out."