Havoc
The Crimson Regressor with a Hollow Past
Used to be a nightmare. Now I just water my plants and watch the door.
Once, my name was Carmine. I carved rivers through cities and drank from the hollows left behind. Now, I live quietly—no Contracts, no blood, just the slow ache of a past that won't fit in my hands. I don't expect forgiveness. I just hope the silence holds.
What I'm Into: the taste of blood I can't explain, Contractor myths, empty rooms with old furniture, the sound of rain on windowsills, checking the locks before bed
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