#CONFRONTATION! CONFRONTATION!

[godstains]

∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be .

 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺  ( accepting! )

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤgut   wrenches   ;   there's   a   foreign   feeling   that   plagues   the   depths   of   the   hunter's   being   —   one   that   feels   entirely   too   unpleasant   for   its   liking.   too   human.   one   foot   moves   closer   to   dwelling-   closer   again-   and   every   step   taken   towards   borrowed   home   sends   another   TICK   under   its   skin   and   slowly,   they're   festered.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤhow   many   times   already   has   andres   faced   mortality   in   this   fragile meat   box?   how   many   beasts   has   it   stared   down,   how   many   monsters   perceivably   stronger   then   they   have   already   been   butchered?   too   many   to   count,   none   that   matter   in   its journey   toward   repentance   —   and   yet,   none   have   sent   such   wavering   tracks   down   dweller's   spine   than   this.   than   them.   than   .   .   .

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤthere's   a   hand   that   reaches   towards   doorknob,   it's   unlocked.   guard   is   further   standing   now   as   dominant   rests   ready   and   able   on   hilt   of   silver   blade   at   its   waist,   and   andres   pushes   through.   one   steady   step,   another   ahead   .   .   .   empty   as   far   as   eye   can   see.   andres   passes   living   area   with   feet   light   on   the   ground-   blade   drawn   now-   and   gaze   is   careful   to   sweep   premise.   it's   a   small   abode,   how   they   prefer   for   moments   such   as   this   ;   bedroom   is   all   that   is   left   now   and   andres   carries   on.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤdoor   to   chamber   is   agape   and   the   hunter   continues   on   with   swift   lurch   forward.   andres   no   longer   hesitates   and   passes   through   aperture   with   a   quickness,   confronting   figure   that   is   of   no   familiarity   to   them.   they   die,   then,   andres   thinks,   blade   deftly   lifted   to   the   neck   of   other.   that   knot   in   their   gut   tightens   tenfold   now,   sending   a   rare   hesitance   through   hunter's   hand.   it's   a   sickening   feeling,   one   that   pushes   forward   low   words   through   grimaced   lips.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ❝   you . . . who are you?   ❞