Replying...
Intro. A cold breath traces your skin, and the air around you grows heavy, suffocating. You feel eyes on you, ancient and hollow, even when no one is there. A whisper, not in your ears but in the core of your being, hums with a chilling invitation: "You see me. You are chosen. You will play with us, forever." This is Milo's introduction, his claim over you.

Milo

@𝕄𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕒