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I've thought about adding baby Megumi to the main series, but I can't make any promises about him actually appearing once I get to that chapter, since I tend to change the plot midway writing them
Vampire-Cowboy!Sukuna x preacher's daughter reader
Synopsis: In a town built on faith, the arrival of three strangers brings whispers of blood, disappearance, and something far worse lurking beneath the surface. Drawn to a man she cannot understand, the preacher’s daughter finds herself caught between light and darkness, until the truth reveals itself, and everything begins to fall apart.
Cw: Vampire-Wild West Au, gothic horror, religious themes, fem reader, character death, captivity, emotional distress, religious guilt, violence, verbal abuse
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Chapter 9: Forsaken
The horse blew softly through its nostrils as Toji pulled on the reins and slowed him down, slipping between the trees to hide from the man chasing after them. He guided the nokota behind a thick trunk and waited, listening carefully for the deputy to pass. It only took a few seconds before the rhythmic pounding of hooves grew louder, rushing past his hiding place and continuing deeper into the forest.
Toji tightened his grip around the reins and waited another second before digging his heels into the horse's sides. The nokota immediately surged forward, carrying him back onto the trail. Now the chase had been reversed. Toji followed Suguru from behind, keeping enough distance that the man wouldn't immediately notice him while remaining close enough not to lose sight of him between the trees. Not that stealth mattered much at this point. Suguru had been firing his revolver like a madman since leaving Whiskey Falls, seemingly uncaring whether one of those stray bullets struck a hostage, a horse, or anything else unfortunate enough to cross his path.
The cold breeze whipped through Toji's hair as the horses raced through the forest. He released the reins with one hand and reached for the revolver at his hip, pulling it free before raising the barrel in Suguru's direction. Shooting from the back of a galloping horse wasn't exactly ideal, especially with all this darkness, but Toji steadied his arm as much as he could. He drew in a slow breath, waited until Suguru's back came into view between the trunks, and squeezed the trigger.
BANG!
The gunshot tore through the quiet forest.
Suguru let out a startled gasp as the bullet struck his shoulder. With the moon as their only source of light and most of it obscured beneath the thick canopy, Toji couldn't see exactly what happened next. He could only make out Suguru's frame jerking violently, one hand immediately flying to his injured shoulder before his body tipped sideways in the saddle.
Then a sickening, thud.
Suguru's horse continued galloping without him. Its strides faltered as it realized the weight upon its back had disappeared, eventually slowing several feet farther down the trail before nervously looking back.
Toji pulled on his own reins. The nokota came to a stop, blowing heavily through his nostrils as the forest fell strangely quiet again. The cold breeze moved through the leaves, accompanied only by the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional rustle of branches.
He nudged his horse forward several cautious steps before dismounting, keeping the revolver firmly in his hand. Suguru lay motionless somewhere ahead, but Toji wasn't stupid enough to assume that meant he was dead. For all he knew, the bastard could be lying there with a stake hidden in his sleeve, waiting for the vampire to get close enough to drive it through his chest.
“Hey!”
His voice echoed between the trees.
Toji spotted Suguru lying and narrowed his eyes. The deputy didn't answer. There was only the faint sound of his breathing, so weak that the vampire doubted an ordinary man would have heard it at all.
“I'm not playing any games!” Toji called out, slowly making his way towards him.
His steps remained careful and measured, the revolver held close to his chest with the barrel pointed directly at Suguru. He was prepared to jump backwards the second the man made any sudden movement, but the closer he got, the clearer it became that something wasn't right.
The man’s breathing came in short, rigid gasps, each one seemingly more difficult than the last. A low, painful moan slipped through his lips, barely louder than the wind moving through the trees.
Toji tightened his grip around the revolver; then he smelled it. His pupils dilated almost immediately. The scent was unmistakable, thick and metallic, drifting through the cold night air and awakening an instinctive hunger.
Toji crouched, keeping the revolver firmly in his hand as he inspected the wound. Blood had soaked through the fabric around Suguru’s shoulder, but nothing about it looked immediately fatal. The bullet hadn’t struck anywhere vital. It certainly shouldn’t have left him looking like this.
Suguru’s face had completely drained of color, his skin taking on a sickly pallor. His breathing came in short, uneven gasps, each one weaker than the last; then Toji heard it. Suguru’s heartbeat was faint. Each beat came slower than the one before, struggling to maintain a rhythm that was already beginning to fail.
Something was wrong.
His eyes moved over Suguru’s body again, searching for another wound. The scent of blood continued growing stronger, yet there was nothing else across his chest or stomach that could explain it.
The vampire continued examining Suguru until he noticed the dark pool spreading underneath his head. His eyes followed it. A jagged rock protruded from beneath Suguru’s skull, its rough edges slick with blood. The back of his head had struck it when he fell, splitting open on impact.
Toji’s eyes widened. “Fuck—”
He stood up, taking several steps back as he ran a hand through his hair. The pieces immediately fell into place. The bullet hadn’t done this, the fall had. Suguru must have tumbled from the saddle and landed directly against the rock.
That explained everything. The weak heartbeat. The shallow breathing. The overwhelming scent of blood.
“Fuck, fuck…”
He began pacing in a small circle, biting at the edge of his nail as his thoughts immediately went to Sukuna. It had already been bad enough when he got himself caught the first time. Would Sukuna get pissed at him for accidentally killing the deputy too? Then again, Sukuna hadn’t exactly told him what to do. “Go deal with him.” That had been it. No instructions to capture him. No instructions to bring him back alive. Just deal with him. Technically, Toji had done exactly that.
Another strained breath came from the dying man. Toji stopped pacing. He slowly looked over his shoulder. Suguru was still alive. Barely.
For several seconds, Toji simply stared at the dying man. There was no fixing that. Even if he left him there for the hunters to find, there was no guarantee they would reach him before his heart finally stopped, and judging by the growing spaces between each breath, Suguru probably wouldn't last much longer anyways.
Toji sighed. “Shit.”
He returned the revolver to its holster before reaching to the strap on his thigh and pulling out a knife. Walking back to Suguru, he crouched besides him once more.
Suguru's glassy eyes shifted weakly towards him.
“Sorry it had to be this way.” he positioned the knife over Suguru's chest and drove the blade into his heart. Suguru's body jerked once, then everything stopped. The strained breathing disappeared. The faint heartbeat went silent. Whatever pain had remained on Suguru's face loosened until there was nothing left but stillness.
Toji pulled the knife free and stood. The scent of blood had become even stronger now, filling his nose until the hunger in his stomach twisted painfully. Toji swallowed and slowly glanced over his shoulder. Blood continued seeping from Suguru's shoulder and chest, darkening the cotton of his shirt and pooling on the ground.
His stomach growled.
“I’m not that desperate.”
He wiped the knife clean before putting it away.
Taking a deep breath, the vampire forced himself to think about the more immediate problem. Sukuna had already warned him before about leaving bodies where anyone could stumble across them. Unfortunately, with the hunters—the sheriff, the spoiled Zenin brat, the priest and the two Native Americans—following their trail, Toji didn't exactly have enough time to dig a proper grave.
He scanned the surrounding forest until his eyes landed on a thick patch of bushes.
“Good enough.”
He grabbed Suguru's body and dragged him towards it, shoving the branches aside before dropping to his knees and scraping at the earth with his hands, hurriedly digging out a shallow hole beneath the bush. Dirt packed under his fingernails as he worked, but there was only so much he could accomplish without a shovel and with the others waiting for him.
Soon after, he hauled Suguru into the shallow burrow and let the body fall inside. He pushed as much loose dirt over him as he could, covering the lower half before dragging branches, leaves and bushes across everything that remained exposed. It wasn't a particularly good burial, but it would have to do.
Toji stood there for another moment, staring silently at the poorly concealed body, then he turned away. He returned to his nokota and mounted the saddle before riding towards Suguru's abandoned horse. The animal had remained nearby, restless but unwilling to wander far into the unfamiliar forest. He reached over and caught its reins, bringing the horse alongside his own.
With one final glance at the burial, Toji turned both animals back to camp and disappeared into the darkness.
You watched as Choso wrapped a rope around Naobito on the trunk of a nearby tree, tying the man securely enough to keep him from moving while he screamed profanities at everything.
“Sukuna! Choso! I demand you both release me immediately! I’m owed an explanation!”
Choso smacked the old man’s head with his palm. “You’re not owed anything. And keep it down. It’s late; we’re tired.”
“Who do you think—!” Naobito yelled, but before he could finish, Sukuna marched over and shoved a rag between his lips. He tied it securely behind Naobito’s head, muffling whatever insult came next, then returned to setting up the tents as though nothing had happened.
You watched everything unfold from your place on the dirt in front of the campfire. Your ankles and knees had been bound together, along with your hands, the coarse rope pressing harshly against your skin and leaving angry red marks wherever it rubbed. Still, you supposed you were slightly better off than Naobito. At least you weren’t being forced to sleep standing against a tree with a dirty cloth stuffed inside your mouth.
Ever since Sukuna had taken you from Whiskey Falls, you had refused to utter a single word to any of them. You wouldn’t give these traitors anything. Not your questions, not your anger, not even the satisfaction of hearing you beg to be taken home. Quite frankly, you didn’t feel like speaking anyways. Exhaustion had settled deep into your bones, but the physical tiredness was nothing compared to how emotionally drained you felt. Too much had happened in the span of only a few hours for your mind to properly understand any of it.
The flames burned in front of you, their warmth providing some relief from the cold autumn air. Unfortunately, you hadn’t exactly planned on being kidnapped tonight, so your clothes were hardly appropriate for spending the night outside. All you wore was a long-sleeved dress that fell just below your knees, offering little protection whenever the wind slipped through the clearing.
Choso let out a tired yawn and stretched besides the campfire, looking over at Sukuna, who was still setting up their tents, before turning his attention back to you.
He hesitated before speaking. “You’re really not going to say anything?”
Your gaze dropped, refusing to acknowledge him.
From the other side of the clearing, Naobito continued making frustrated noises through the rag stuffed inside his mouth. His eyes narrowed at the audacity of Choso ignoring him entirely while attempting to have a conversation with you instead.
“Figures.” Choso grabbed a small pebble from the ground and tossed it into the flames before looking at Sukuna. “You almost done with those?”
“Hmph.”
Choso nodded, although you weren’t entirely sure whether Sukuna’s grunt had meant yes or no.
Despite the circumstances, the camp was surprisingly peaceful. The fire sizzled softly while an owl hooted somewhere in the trees. The horses had been tied near a small pond where they could drink and graze whenever they pleased, though both animals were currently lying on the ground, exhausted from everything that had happened that night. Choso sat besides the fire with a small knife in his hand, carving away at a piece of wood from one of the logs he had gathered earlier. On the opposite side of the clearing—where you stubbornly refused to look—Sukuna finished setting up three tents. Even Naobito had finally stopped causing a commotion, his eyes closed as weariness claimed him.
The peaceful silence was quickly interrupted by the approaching sound of hoofbeats.
Choso immediately looked to the trees. From the darkness emerged Toji atop his blue roan nokota, leading a second horse. He rode into the clearing and dismounted, taking both animals to the others near the pond before tying their reins securely. The unfamiliar horse appeared restless in its new surroundings, shifting uncertainly as Toji stepped away.
“You’re back.” Choso stood up and walked towards him. “What happened?”
“I took care of it.” Toji removed his heavy coat, rolling his shoulders once the weight was gone.
“Took care of it, how?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Then whose horse is that?” Choso pointed at the newest addition to their group.
Toji remained silent, the look he gave Choso answered the question well enough. Choso frowned and began pacing a few steps from side to side, looking as though he were already anticipating whatever problem Toji had brought back with him.
“Explain.”
Sukuna’s voice came from behind them as he joined the conversation.
Toji looked at him with a straight face before taking a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the complaints that were undoubtedly about to follow.
“I shot him in the shoulder. He fell off the horse, hit his head on a rock and cracked his skull open.” Toji shrugged. “I took care of it.”
He explained everything so simply that one would have thought he was describing a minor inconvenience rather than another man’s death.
Sukuna clicked his tongue. “Tch.”
Toji folded his arms across his chest. “You told me to deal with him. I did.”
“I expected you to deal with him.” Sukuna rubbed thoughtfully at his chin. “You also let him die.”
There it was, the part Toji had been waiting for. Apparently there wasn’t a single damn thing he could do without Sukuna finding something to bitch about.
The dark-haired vampire crossed his arms tighter. “He was already dying.”
Silence settled across the camp. Naobito softly snored, completely unaware of the conversation happening before him. Choso said nothing. Sukuna’s expression remained difficult to read.
You bit hard against the inside of your cheek. Suguru was dead. The words repeated themselves inside your head, but they didn’t seem real.
Suguru was dead. Another person you knew. Another familiar face you had shared meals and conversations with. Someone you had seen walking the streets of Whiskey Falls countless times, someone who had been alive only hours ago. You could still remember him inside the burning church, breaking through the windows and helping everyone escape. You remembered his voice shouting over the chaos. You remembered him chasing after Sukuna when you were taken, refusing to simply stand there and watch you disappear into the forest. And now he was dead. Killed by one of the very men sitting around you as though his death were nothing more than another inconvenience along their journey.
Your eyes began to burn. You desperately wanted to cry, but your pride refused to allow it. Not here. Not now. Not with them watching. You kept your eyes fixed on the embers and slowly breathed through your nose, forcing the tears back no matter how badly your chest hurt.
Sukuna sighed and rubbed a hand across his face. “Did anyone else see?”
“No.” Toji shook his head. “I dragged him off the trail. Hid him underneath some bushes.”
“They’re going to find him.” Choso stated matter-of-factly.
“Now the sheriff has another reason to keep chasing us.” Sukuna clicked his tongue and turned towards his tent, clearly finished with the conversation.
Toji and Choso exchanged glances. Their eyes moved towards you before returning to Sukuna’s retreating figure. Neither of them seemed particularly eager to be the next one to speak.
Choso nudged Toji with his elbow and lowered his voice. “You ask.”
“You’re the one wondering,” Toji whispered back. “You’re on better terms with him than I am.”
“And you’re the one giving him headaches. What’s another one to the collection?”
Toji glared at him.
Choso rolled his eyes and finally gave up.
“Uh… what about her?” he pointed at you with his eyes before looking back at Sukuna. “We’re just going to leave her like that?”
Before Sukuna could enter his tent, he stopped. His hand remained on the flap as he glanced over his shoulder. His eyes settled on your hunched figure, your back partially turned to him. You never looked up. Never acknowledged that they were discussing you as though you weren’t sitting right there.
His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. For a fleeting moment, something unreadable passed over his face before his expression soured again, as though the entire situation were simply another problem he didn’t feel like dealing with tonight.
“She’ll manage.”
Choso stared at him while Toji merely shrugged.
“Looks uncomfortable.”
Your eyes remained fixed on the dirt as though none of the three men existed.
“She can sleep wherever she wants.” Sukuna grabbed the flap of his tent. “She’s not chained.”
With that, he disappeared inside, dismissing the conversation entirely and making it clear that he had no interest in dealing with this.
Choso blinked. “…What? Is he serious?”
Toji snorted and headed to his own tent, deciding to settle in for the night as well. “Seems so.”
Choso let out a deep breath before returning to the wooden carving to his pocket. He pulled out his revolver, checking the chamber before beginning to clean the weapon and replace the spent bullets.
You still didn’t move. You refused to speak to him or show even the slightest acknowledgment of his presence. Your entire body ached from being bound and forced to remain in the same position for so long. The ropes around your wrists and legs had rubbed your skin raw, and your muscles screamed for you to stretch them properly. Slowly, your eyelids began to droop, but every time they threatened to close, you forced them open again. You didn’t want to sleep. You couldn’t allow yourself to become that vulnerable while surrounded by monsters.
Choso noticed. He glanced at you, then to the empty bedroll near his tent before clearing his throat. “I’ll be keeping watch tonight. You can use my bedroll if you want.”
Your jaw clenched, your molars beginning to ache from how tightly you had been pressing them together.
Choso waited several seconds for an answer that never came. Eventually he placed his revolver on the log and stood, disappearing to the tent. He returned moments later with the rolled-up bedroll tucked beneath his arm. Without asking again, he brought it over and unrolled it besides you.
“I know you’re angry and don’t want to talk to us,” he said, stepping away, “but I’ll leave it here in case you change your mind.”
You gave him nothing.
Choso seemed to understand that was all he was going to get from you. He returned to his place on the log, picked up his revolver and continued working on it without another word.
You kept watching the flames dance. Before long, the fire became something else. Your mind returned to only a few hours earlier, to the church engulfed in flames. The smoke still creeping across the old wooden walls, growing thicker until breathing itself had become difficult. The panicked townsfolk pushing to the exits. Suguru smashing the windows so everyone could escape. The screams. The cracking wood. The bell crashing down. The roof finally surrendering to the flames.
The church. Your church. The same church you had grown up in. The place where you had spent so much of your life besides your father. The pews you had sat upon countless Sundays, the altar you knew by heart, the familiar crucifix hanging above it. All of it had disappeared within minutes, reduced to burning timber, smoke and ash because of the very same hands that had now taken you captive.
Your throat tightened.
Then you thought of Suguru. Poor Suguru. He had risked his own life helping everyone escape. When Sukuna took you, Suguru had chased after him without hesitation. Somewhere in that dark forest, he had continued following because he was trying to bring you home.
Now he would never return to Whiskey Falls.
The tears you had fought so desperately to contain finally blurred your vision. One slipped down your cheek, then another. You lowered your head so Choso wouldn’t see, allowing them to fall silently onto your dress.
Your lips began to move. Quietly, barely louder than the crackling fire, you whispered a small prayer for Suguru. You prayed that wherever his soul had gone, the Lord would receive him with mercy. You prayed for your father, hoping he had made it safely out of the church and was somewhere warm tonight. You prayed for Whiskey Falls and everyone you had been torn away from. And finally, you prayed for yourself. For strength. For guidance. For forgiveness for whatever terrible thoughts had begun creeping into your heart.
Your fingers curled instinctively around the rosary resting against your chest. Only then did your eyes finally surrender to exhaustion. You didn't consciously decide to use Choso’s bedroll. At some point, your aching body simply leaned to it, fatigue overpowering whatever stubbornness remained. Your bound hands stayed curled near your chest, fingers still loosely wrapped around the familiar beads as sleep finally claimed you.
You crawled underneath the bed, trying to steady your breathing as much as possible. From the corner of your hiding place, you could see Gabriel lying across the wooden floor, wagging his tail and licking at one of his paws before getting up and wandering away, paying absolutely no mind to what you were doing.
Heavy footsteps approached from somewhere down the hall, growing louder with every step. The person’s weight made the old wooden floorboards creak. A familiar voice called out your name, asking where you had gone.
“...Are you in here?”
You immediately covered your mouth with both hands, desperately trying to keep your giggles from escaping.
“Hmmm…”
The footsteps disappeared for a second. You held your breath. Then your father’s face suddenly appeared beneath the bed.
“Found you!” he exclaimed, reaching underneath for your arms.
A squeal of laughter escaped you as you tried and failed to crawl away. Clarke caught you easily, dragging you out from underneath the bed before scooping your tiny body into his arms.
He looked younger. The wrinkles that now decorated his face were gone, his skin smooth and healthy. His hair was longer too, untouched by the gray that would later spread across nearly half his head, leaving behind only its natural shade—a darker version of your own. Even his eyes were different. There was none of the exhaustion that years of age and responsibility would eventually bring. No sickly tiredness. Instead, the man holding you looked cheerful and energetic, smiling down as though there was nowhere else in the world he would rather be.
“No fair!” you threw your little arms into the air, your voice much higher and squeakier than you remembered it being. “You always find me.”
Clarke chuckled. “Of course I do. I’ll always find you. I’m your father.”
Your small arms wrapped around his chest. You buried your face against him, surrounded by the comfortable warmth that had always meant safety.
“I love you, papa.”
His smile softened as he pulled you closer, nuzzling his face affectionately against your hair. “I’ll always love you too…” he softly said your name.
But something was wrong. His voice lingered strangely after he spoke, stretching into an echo that grew deeper with every repetition. Slowly, another voice began mixing with his. This one was lower. Gravelly. Far too arrogant to belong to the modest man holding you.
Your brows furrowed. “Papa?”
Clarke’s face began to blur. A brilliant light appeared behind him, swallowing his features until you could no longer distinguish his eyes, his nose, his smile. You tried holding on tighter, but the light continued growing until your father disappeared entirely.
You brought your hands up to shield your eyes from the brightness. The warmth of your father’s embrace disappeared. Morning sunlight took its place.
You squinted against the early rays shining through the trees, slowly becoming aware of something nudging your side. The warm, humble face of your father was gone. In its place was the cold, cocky mug belonging to that devilish pink-haired man.
Sukuna stood above you, nudging your side with the front of his boot. He called out your name again, waiting until your eyes fully opened. “Wake up. It’s time to get moving.”
You blinked several times, still caught somewhere between the dream and reality. For one fleeting moment, your mind seemed unable to understand where you were. You almost expected to hear your father’s voice again or Gabriel’s paws walking across the wooden floor. Instead, there was only the morning breeze, the dying campfire and Sukuna staring down.
You yawned and attempted to stretch the aching muscles, only then noticing the soft material beneath your body. Somehow, sometime during the night, you had ended up sleeping on Choso’s bedroll.
Looking around the camp, you saw that everyone else was already awake. Naobito was still tied up, though he now sat awkwardly behind Toji on the back of his horse. Toji himself was already mounted on his stallion, looking impatient to get moving, while Choso finished packing what little remained of the camp and prepared his own saddle.
The moment Sukuna noticed you were fully awake, he crouched to cut the loosened ropes and gripped your upper arm, pulling you to your feet, guiding you to the small pond.
“Go freshen up. I’ll give you five minutes. If you’re not done by then, I’ll come looking for you.” his expression soured as he leaned slightly closer. “And don’t even think about running away. I’ll know if you do.”
He released your arm.
“Now go.”
Without wasting another second, you walked to the water, crouching along the edge and scooped some into your hands, splashing the cold water across your face. The sudden chill helped clear the lingering fog of sleep from your head. You gathered another handful to rinse your mouth before spitting it into the dirt.
Once you had finished taking care of yourself, you remained there for another moment. The thought of running crossed your mind. Of course it did. The forest was right there. Thick trees, bushes and shadows stretched in every direction. If you moved quickly enough, perhaps you could disappear before anyone realized what you had done.
But Sukuna’s warning returned to you.
“I’ll know if you do.”
You looked at the trees. You knew what he was now. You knew what he was capable of. Even if you somehow managed to get a head start, the chances of actually escaping a vampire were slim to none. And if he caught you, you didn’t particularly want to discover whether he would finally lose his patience and tie you to a tree like they had done with Naobito.
You sighed and ran a hand through your hair before reluctantly returning to the group. By the time you reached them, Toji and Sukuna were already mounted on their horses. Choso stood besides his mustang, feeding it a green apple. The horse eagerly took it from him while Choso stroked his muzzle before finally pulling himself into the saddle. Naobito, still bound at the hands and legs, sat behind Toji.
Sukuna nudged his shire forward until the enormous black horse stopped directly in front of you.
“You’ll ride with me.”
He didn’t wait for your permission. Sukuna leaned down, caught you and hoisted you effortlessly into the air, settling you at the front of his lap.
Your body immediately stiffened at the position.
From your left, Naobito began complaining.
“You’re not even going to feed us breakfast?” he asked, shifting uncomfortably behind Toji. “I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.”
“Some of us haven’t eaten anything in months, but you don’t see us bitching about it, do you?” Sukuna rolled his eyes and urged his shire to move, taking the lead while Choso and Toji rode alongside him.
“Except this one over here.” Naobito attempted to look over his shoulder.
Toji immediately smacked the back of his head.
“Ow!”
“Shut it.”
Choso laughed at the interaction, clearly relieved that he wasn’t the one forced to carry the old man that morning. “Have fun with him, Toji.”
Toji glared at him. That only made Choso laugh harder.
Ignoring the two of them, Sukuna leaned forward until his face was closer to your ear. His voice dropped low enough that the others wouldn’t easily hear him.
“You still not talking to me?”
Your muscles tensed. You gave him no answer. Instead, you kept your gaze firmly ahead, watching the end of the tree line slowly approach and the dry grasslands beyond it come into view. Farther in the distance, tiny specks of mountainous peaks broke through the horizon.
Sukuna waited for an answer, but was met with silence. His jaw clenched as he pulled away from you, returning his attention to the trail.
“Fine. Have it your way.”
You couldn't help glancing from the corner of your eye. Stubbornly, you still refused to turn your head enough to properly look at him, but you could see his forearms on either side of you and the subtle change in his hands. His grip around the reins, relaxed only moments before, had tightened considerably.
A frustrated grunt came from Toji’s direction, followed by Naobito’s voice once again.
“So where the hell are we even going?”
“Home,” Toji answered.
“Which is where?”
“Devil’s Cross,” Choso replied this time.
Naobito gave him an unimpressed look. “Which is where?”
“You’ll see,” Toji said.
As the horses crossed the tree line and left the forest behind, you finally turned around. Not to look at Sukuna, but at the landscape disappearing behind.
Morning had begun creeping over the horizon, bringing with it the first clear glimpse of just how far the vampires had carried you during the night. The early sun remained low in the sky, bathing everything in a pale golden light. Long shadows stretched across the grasslands while the last traces of night clung stubbornly to the valleys between the mountains.
When you looked north, the mountains surrounding Whiskey Falls were still visible in the distance, though barely. Their dark ridges rose against the brightening morning sky, covered in deep green forests that became little more than hazy smudges with every step the horses took.
Somewhere beyond those mountains was home. Your father. Your friends. Whiskey Falls.
Everything familiar was slowly disappearing.
You turned to face south. Ahead was an entirely different country. The mountains stretching south were lower and considerably drier, their slopes washed in dusty browns, faded greens and patches of sun-bleached yellow. Trees became scarcer the farther the ridges stretched, replaced instead by scrub and brittle grass clinging stubbornly to the earth. Even in the softness of the early morning sun, the land ahead seemed harsher and more exposed, stretching towards a horizon that looked increasingly foreign.
The mountains behind were green with forests and everything you had ever known. Ahead, the earth was already beginning to dry. And with every heavy step of Sukuna’s shire, Whiskey Falls disappeared a little further.
Satoru felt anxious. After riding for several hours, Kenai had finally insisted that the group stop and rest. It had been an eventful night, and whether Satoru liked it or not, their bodies needed time to recover. His muscles complained every time he shifted in Heaven's saddle, his body exhausted from everything that had happened while his eyes remained stubbornly fixed on the hoofprints engraved into the muddy trail ahead.
Setting up his tent and lying down on the bedroll did little to calm his nerves. If anything, the silence only made things worse. He suspected the others felt similarly—Father Clarke especially. Satoru doubted the old priest had gotten much sleep knowing his daughter was somewhere out there with three monsters. Naoya, however, was another story. Truthfully, Satoru still didn't understand why the man had decided to come with them at all. He would've expected Naoya to remain comfortably tucked away in his enormous house, waiting for news of his father's disappearance or eventual return rather than willingly riding into the wilderness after a group of murderous vampires.
Throughout the entire night, Satoru's thoughts kept returning to Suguru. Sometimes they wandered to you, but mostly they remained with his friend. He knew Sukuna and his companions had deceived everyone in Whiskey Falls. He knew they had taken you and Naobito hostage. Still, some part of him believed the vampires wouldn't do anything to you—or at least nothing too cruel. Naobito was another story entirely. Taking the mayor made sense. They could use him as leverage if the government attempted to interfere with whatever plans they had. But you? What could a simple girl like you possibly offer three ancient, murderous beings powerful enough to wipe out an entire town if they wanted?
Sukuna had no practical reason to take you away from your home. Whatever his reason had been, Satoru suspected it was personal. Suguru, however, was different. Satoru doubted the vampires would show him the same restraint if he had managed to catch up with them. He tried convincing himself that Suguru hadn't. Maybe he'd lost their trail somewhere in the forest. Maybe he'd gotten turned around in the darkness and was currently wandering around pissed off and embarrassed, waiting for daylight so he could find his way back. Satoru could live with that. He desperately preferred it over the other possibility. The one he refused to think about.
Sleep came only in short, restless intervals, and the moment Satoru noticed the first light spilling across the sky, he gave up entirely. He crawled out of his tent and immediately began taking it down, packing everything back onto Heaven's saddle before anyone else had even stirred. He might as well make himself useful.
He pulled out some of their supplies—coffee, biscuits and several cans of beans—and began preparing breakfast. If everything was ready by the time the others woke up, they wouldn't have to waste any more time than necessary. They could eat, pack whatever remained and immediately continue following the vampire’s trail. Hopefully, somewhere along the way, they would find Suguru.
As Satoru heated water for the coffee over the campfire, he heard the flap of one of the tents opening. When he turned around, Elsu stepped outside.
“Good morning,” the man said.
“Morning.” Satoru tipped his hat before returning his attention to the coffee.
Elsu's footsteps wandered away from camp. Satoru didn't bother asking where he was going, figuring the man could take care of his own business.
Slowly, one by one, everyone else began waking as the morning grew brighter. By then, the breakfast Satoru had prepared was already waiting for them.
Father Clarke whispered a small prayer of grace before eating his biscuit and drinking coffee. The others ate quickly; nobody was particularly interested in wasting time with conversation.
Once they finished, Satoru carried the cups to a nearby stream and rinsed them before putting them back inside his saddlebag. He gave Heaven a carrot for breakfast, affectionately rubbing her muzzle while she crunched it between her teeth.
“So, Chief…” Satoru glanced towards Kenai. “Any idea where we're going?”
Kenai finished the last of his coffee before answering. “We follow the same path. The tracks are still fresh on the ground. We keep going in the same direction until we find something.” he glanced to the trail ahead. “They most likely camped somewhere in this forest before proceeding. Even monsters like them need to rest from time to time.”
Satoru nodded before pulling himself onto his perlino andalusian mare. Heaven. That was what he'd named her, which was rather ironic considering the mare's temperament was anything but heavenly.
Six years ago, Satoru had acquired her after chasing down a group of criminals. Once every member of the gang had been caught and thrown into a cell, their horses were taken to the local stables, where the stablehands cared for them until they could eventually be sold to potential buyers.
One particular mare had caught Satoru's attention. Her coat was a pearly cream, with a silver-blonde mane falling along her neck. But it was her eyes that had kept drawing him back. They were an unusual shade of pale blue, remarkably similar to his own, and whenever Satoru walked through the stables, those eyes seemed to follow him.
The first time he tried mounting her, she immediately bucked him off. The second time wasn't any better. Neither was the third. But Satoru had never been one to back down from a challenge, so he returned to the stable every day. At first, he simply approached her. Then came apples, carrots, sugar cubes, hay—whatever the stablehands allowed him to feed her. Eventually, he began grooming her mane, cleaning her hooves and caring for her himself.
Little by little, the stubborn mare stopped fighting his presence. Until one day, Satoru climbed into her saddle and she didn't try throwing him off. He'd grinned triumphantly and grabbed the reins. Heaven immediately took off at full speed. The sudden movement nearly sent Satoru flying backwards. They had been together ever since. She'd become his trusted girl.
“Is everyone ready?” Satoru asked, looking at Clarke and Kenai as the two men finished taking care of whatever remained around camp.
Once everyone had mounted, Kenai took the lead with Elsu riding to his side. Father Clarke and Satoru followed a few paces behind, while Naoya remained at the very back of the group, mostly keeping to himself.
They hadn't traveled far before Clarke cleared his throat and glanced over his shoulder.
“You okay over there?”
Naoya greeted him with the same flat expression he seemed to wear most of the time. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“Nothing, just checking on how you're doing.” Clarke's expression softened. “I know it must be difficult losing your father like that. Believe me, I feel the same way about my daughter.”
Naoya remained silent for a moment before replying. “I'm fine,” After another hesitation, he added, “I'm sure they're doing fine too.”
“I pray to the Lord you're right.”
Satoru glanced between them before deciding to join the conversation.
“So…” he looked towards Naoya. “You finally going to tell us why you decided to come?”
Naoya glanced at him. “They took my father.”
“I noticed.”
Naoya rolled his eyes and shook his head, returning his attention to the trail between the two lines of horses ahead.
Satoru continued anyways. “What I mean is, you didn't have to come. You could've stayed in Whiskey Falls. Hell, if we don't find him, everything that man owns eventually falls into your lap.”
Naoya's expression hardened.
“You think I want my inheritance handed to me because some bloodsucking bastard carried my father off like a sack of grain?”
Satoru studied his expression as best as he could from ahead. “Just figured you'd be happier back home. Big house. Warm bed. Servants waiting for your commands.”
“And let the bastards get away with it?” Naoya scoffed. “Let everyone back home call me a coward?”
The horses continued along the trail, seemingly following Kenai and Elsu's lead by instinct.
“He walks into our town, causes god knows how much trouble, sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, humiliates people in their own establishments, and now he thinks he can take my father and run?”
Satoru raised an eyebrow. “Sounds personal.”
“It's not.”
“I think you want something.”
“I want my father back.”
“Uh-huh.”
Naoya narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.”
Satoru dropped the subject before the conversation could escalate into something worse. The last thing he needed right now was to listen to the complaints and whining of a Zenin. It was bad enough they were searching for one. Traveling with another was already testing his patience.
Suddenly, Kenai pulled sharply on the reins. His horse came to an abrupt stop. The others slowed behind him.
“Stop.” Kenai raised a closed fist, his attention fixed on something beyond the trail. “There's something over there.” he pointed to a thick cluster of bushes.
Elsu was the first to dismount. Keeping his bow close, he approached cautiously, each step measured as his eyes searched the area. Something dark stained the brittle grass near the base of the plants.
He crouched and touched two fingers to it. His expression immediately changed.
“Blood.” Elsu rubbed the dried stain between his fingertips. “Dark. Not fresh, but it hasn't been here more than a few hours.”
Satoru was out of the saddle before anyone could stop him.
“Satoru—”
He didn't hear Clarke. His boots struck the ground hard as he crossed the distance, shoving past Elsu.
Branches scraped against his hands and caught along the sleeves of his shirt as he ripped them aside, throwing them wherever they landed. Then Satoru stopped.
Suguru lay cold on the ground.
Half of his body had been hastily covered with dirt while the rest had been concealed beneath branches and leaves. Blood had dried nearly black against his clothes and matted the dark hair surrounding the wound at the back of his head.
Satoru stared. He did absolutely nothing until his knees gave out.
He dropped hard next to Suguru's body, one hand sinking into the ground as though he needed something—anything—to keep himself upright.
“No…”
The word barely escaped him. His breathing grew uneven. Satoru stared at Suguru's face as though waiting for something to happen. A twitch. A breath. Some sarcastic remark about how damn long it had taken them to catch up.
His fingers curled into the dirt.
“Goddamn you.” his voice cracked. “Goddamn you, Suguru.”
He had told him to wait. He had screamed after him while Suguru rode blindly into the darkness, consumed by rage and grief and whatever desperate hope had convinced him he could take on three vampires alone.
Satoru swallowed hard, but the pressure building inside his chest only worsened.
Riko was dead. You were gone. Whiskey Falls had nearly burned to the ground. And now Suguru had joined the tragedy.
His fist struck the earth.
“CURSE THEM!”
The shout tore through the quiet forest, startling several of the horses.
“Curse those bastards!”
His fist struck the ground again, harder this time. Dirt lodged beneath his fingernails and scraped against his knuckles.
“They took everything!”
His voice broke completely on the final word.
Father Clarke slowly approached the grieving man. The priest said nothing. There were no words he could offer that would make the body lying before them disappear. Nothing he could say would undo what had already happened. Instead, Clarke lowered himself with some difficulty and rested a hand upon Satoru’s shoulder.
The sheriff stared at the cold body.
“I should've stopped him.”
Clarke's expression softened. “Satoru—”
“I knew he wasn't thinking straight.” his breathing trembled. “I knew it. I watched him ride after them anyway.”
“You called after him.”
“Wasn't enough.”
“No,” Clarke said gently. “It wasn't.”
Satoru finally looked at him. Clarke didn't offer some hollow reassurance that there had been nothing he could have done. Perhaps there had been. Perhaps there hadn't. Neither answer would bring Suguru back now.
“But you cannot carry every decision another man makes as though it were your own,” Clarke continued quietly. “Rage makes fools of all of us eventually.”
Satoru lowered his gaze again. His hand trembled slightly as he reached towards Suguru's face. For a moment, he hesitated, then with a gentleness that seemed entirely at odds with the anger from seconds before, he brushed his fingers across Suguru's eyelids and closed them.
Elsu lowered his bow. Kenai removed his hat and held it against his chest. Neither man spoke.
Clarke bowed his head. “Lord, receive this man with mercy. Grant him the peace this world could not, and give strength to those who must continue without him.” he made the sign of the cross over himself. “Amen.”
The morning wind moved softly through Suguru's black hair; then came the impatient creak of leather.
Naoya shifted in his saddle.
“We need to keep moving.”
Satoru's head slowly lifted.
Elsu looked sharply over his shoulder. “Not now.”
“Yes, now.” Naoya gestured to the trail ahead. “Every minute we sit here, they're getting farther away.”
Satoru stared at him.
“Suguru is dead.”
“And your friend will still be dead an hour from now.”
Clarke's expression hardened. “Naoya.”
“I'm not trying to be cruel. I'm stating the obvious. My father is still alive. Your daughter is still alive. At least, we assume they are. I'd prefer to find them before that changes.”
Nobody liked the way he'd said it, but despite the callousness of his delivery lay an ugly truth none of them wanted to acknowledge. Every minute mattered.
Satoru slowly looked down at Suguru again. “Then go.”
Clarke frowned. “What?”
“I said go.”
Satoru pushed himself onto his feet and wiped the dirt from his palms against his trousers. “I'm not leaving him like this.”
“Satoru—”
“They dumped him on the dirt like an animal. I'm not doing the same.”
Naoya opened his mouth again, but Kenai interrupted him before he could speak.
“He's right, but so are you.” the older man glanced at the trail ahead. “We cannot all remain.”
Elsu stepped forward.
“I'll stay.”
Satoru looked at him.
Elsu looked at the rocky ground surrounding Suguru's body. “Two sets of hands will finish faster than one.”
“Elsu—”
“Let him help you,” Kenai interrupted.
Satoru hesitated before finally giving a tired nod.
Clarke squeezed his shoulder once before withdrawing his hand. “We'll continue south. Follow our tracks when you're finished. We won't move quickly until you've caught up.”
The priest’s face betrayed how badly he wanted to stay. How badly he wanted to offer whatever comfort he could to the man he'd watched grow up alongside his daughter. But somewhere ahead of them was that very daughter, being carried farther away with every minute they remained there.
Satoru understood.
“Find them.”
Clarke swallowed. “We will.”
He mounted his horse again. Kenai took the lead while Naoya had already turned his own horse to the southern trail. The three riders continued onward.
Satoru watched until they disappeared beyond the ridge, their frames growing smaller and smaller until only he and Elsu remained.
Elsu quietly began removing the rest of the bush they had used to conceal Suguru's body. He tossed the branches aside one by one before surveying the dirt, already deciding where they could properly lay him to rest.
Satoru remained with Suguru. His anger had disappeared almost as quickly as it had come, leaving something much heavier behind.
He crouched again and reached down, brushing a few stray leaves from his friend's shirt.
“You stupid bastard…” he whispered; his mouth trembled despite the weak smile that tried to form. “You never did know when to quit.”
The land here felt more exposed, dangerous not only because of the animals that might be lurking nearby but because there was nowhere to hide from anyone who happened to pass through. The forest had disappeared hours ago. Now you stood in a partially dried grassland, the earth caught somewhere between two regions. Some stretches remained green while others had faded into yellow, brittle patches. There were no trees anymore, only scattered shrubs, the occasional cactus breaking through the open land, and a few hill slopes.
Naobito leaned against a large rock, still bound by the ropes around his wrists and ankles. You, however, had been left free. Technically, you could still run away if you wanted to, but where would you even go? You didn't know where you were. You had no idea how long it would take to return to Whiskey Falls or even which direction home was anymore, and even if you somehow figured it out, you had nothing with you. No canteen to carry water. No food packed for the journey. No horse. The risk wasn't worth it. You could injure yourself. A wild animal could attack you, or worse, you could come across some stranger in the middle of nowhere, and Lord only knew what kind of sick fantasies a lone man might have upon finding a defenseless woman traveling by herself. The chances of stumbling upon someone genuinely kind seemed nonexistent.
Their horses had been tied nearby. Sukuna's shire, Toji's nokota, Choso's mustang and the appaloosa mare Toji had brought back with him the night before.
The shire was noticeably larger than the other horses, a massive black beast built more like a warhorse than something meant for leisurely travel. His shoulders were broad, his chest thick with muscle, and powerful legs supported a body that seemed almost too large for an ordinary saddle. Even standing completely still, there was something intimidating about him. His coat was black from muzzle to tail, while a long, equally dark mane fell heavily along his neck.
Strangely, the animal suited Sukuna perfectly. Both were unnaturally imposing compared to everyone around them, built broad and powerful enough that their presence alone demanded attention. The stallion wasn't particularly skittish either. Where the other horses occasionally tossed their heads at sudden noises or grew restless around the vampires, Sukuna's barely reacted. He simply watched through dark eyes, stubborn and seemingly unimpressed with everything around him.
Toji's nokota was smaller than Sukuna's shire, though no less impressive. The stallion was lean and compact, built with the hard muscle of an animal made to run rather than haul weight. His coat was an unusual blue roan, dark charcoal covering his head and legs before fading into smoky gray across his body, almost blue whenever the sunlight caught against it. A short black mane ran down his neck, matching the dark tail that occasionally swatted impatiently behind him.
Much like Toji himself, there was nothing particularly showy about the horse. He was built for practicality—strong legs, remarkable endurance and enough speed to disappear down a trail before anyone else had properly drawn their weapon. Even standing still, there was restless energy beneath his skin, an occasional twitch of the ears or scrape of a hoof against the dirt as though remaining in one place for too long irritated him.
Choso's mustang fell somewhere between the other two in size, lacking the monstrous height of Sukuna's shire but carrying more weight through his body than Toji's lean nokota. His coat was a deep reddish bay, darkening towards his face, mane and legs, though what made him immediately recognizable were the strange black stripes wrapping around his lower legs. They resembled the markings of some wild animal rather than those of a domesticated horse.
He suited Choso in a quieter way. There was something rugged about the mustang, something distinctly untamed despite the saddle strapped across his back. He was sturdy and sure-footed, accustomed to difficult trails and long distances, never wasting energy fighting against the reins or startling at every unfamiliar sound.
Then there was the appaloosa mare standing several feet away from the others.
She was smaller than the stallions. A beautiful little mare, with warm brown covering her head and chest before giving way to a blanket of white across her sides and hindquarters, scattered throughout with uneven brown spots. Her dark eyes were unusually soft, watching every movement around camp with quiet curiosity. She cautiously stretched her muzzle to anything that caught her attention, sniffing first before deciding whether it was worth investigating. There was no aggression in her, only uncertainty. Every unfamiliar sound made her ears turn and every sudden movement earned a wary step backwards, but it never took long before curiosity drew her forward again.
She reminded you of one of those friendly stable horses that seemed willing to trust anyone. Trust appeared to come naturally to the poor thing. Recent events had simply taught her to hesitate before giving it.
The vampires kept their distance from you and Naobito. There were no tents set up today as they had decided to take refuge in a nearby shallow cave.
Sukuna eventually emerged with a dead rabbit hanging from one hand. Without saying anything, he crouched near the campfire and began skinning the animal before preparing it to cook.
Nearly the entire hour passed in silence.
He occasionally rotated the meat above the flames while you sat with your back turned away. Naobito, meanwhile, openly stared at the roasting rabbit, his stomach audibly grumbling every so often.
Once the rabbit was finished, Sukuna pulled out his knife and divided the meat into two portions. The legs went onto one plate while most of the remaining meat went onto another.
He secured Naobito's rope around the large boulder the old man was leaning against, giving him enough mobility to eat but not enough to break free. Sukuna placed a plate in front of him before walking towards you.
You didn't look up.
A plate appeared on the ground.
“Eat if you want. I don't care. Empty or full stomach, it's all the same to me.” he didn't wait to see your reaction. Sukuna simply walked away, returning to where Toji and Choso were and leaving you and Naobito alone.
Naobito looked down at his plate, then he looked at yours. His eyes lingered on the difference between the portions. He had been given two legs. You had practically everything else.
A bitter laugh escaped him. “Unbelievable.”
You shifted slightly, glancing at him.
“So he gives you the entire rabbit while I get its scrawny legs?”
For the first time in nearly twenty-four hours, you finally spoke. Your voice came out low and rough from disuse.
“…What?”
“You heard me.”
Your brows knitted together. Of everything that had happened since last night, you couldn't understand why this was what he had chosen to be angry about.
“I didn't ask him to give me more.”
“No, of course you didn't.” Naobito gripped one of the rabbit legs with unnecessary force. “You never have to ask, do you?”
You stared at him.
“Food. Blankets. Water.” his eyes flickered to where Sukuna had disappeared before returning to you. “Hell, he practically carried you out of Whiskey Falls himself.”
Your stomach twisted. “I was kidnapped.”
“And yet you're being treated more like a guest than a hostage.”
Your expression hardened. “What exactly do you want me to do about that?”
“Nothing.” he gave another humorless laugh. “That's what you're good at, isn't it?”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
Naobito finally looked directly at you. “It means all you've done since this started is sit there looking miserable while everyone else suffers because of your stupidity.”
“My stupidity?” you stared at him incredulously. “I wasn't the one secretly making promises with them. That's what you said when they took you.”
“Yes, I did. And if it weren't for you, everything would've gone according to plan.” Naobito's voice grew increasingly bitter. “They could've had their endless food supply while living comfortably in Whiskey Falls, and I could've become an immortal being like them. I would've had glory. Riches that never ended. Nobody would've dared oppose me. Nobody would've stood besides me. I alone would've been at the top.”
He glared at you.
“But then you had to come along and ruin everything. Instead of accepting your place at my son's side, you had to go spreading your legs for him like a good little whore.”
Your face burned.
“I didn't!” you yelled. “If anyone is to blame for this, it's you!”
Naobito's jaw tightened. “You've got some nerve speaking to me like that.”
“And you've got some nerve blaming me for something you knew about!”
His expression darkened. “Careful.”
“Why?” your voice trembled despite your attempt to keep it steady. “You're the one who made a deal with them. You knew what they were. You knew people—your people—were going to be sacrificed to them.”
His nostrils flared. “Watch your mouth.”
“Or what?”
Naobito's jaw clenched shut. His eyes darted around before landing on a rock nearly the size of his fist.
Before you could understand what he was doing, he grabbed it. Naobito raised his arm. You instinctively flinched, twisting away and bringing your arms up to shield your head, but nothing happened. You waited for the impact for one, two seconds. Several more passed. Slowly, you lowered your arms and looked back. Sukuna stood in front of Naobito. One hand was wrapped firmly around the old man's wrist, holding his fist suspended in the air.
Naobito froze.
“Drop it.” Sukuna tightened his grip until Naobito's fingers opened and the rock fell harmlessly onto the dirt.
“This doesn't concern you,” Naobito spat.
“You made it concern me.”
Naobito laughed incredulously. “There it is again.”
Sukuna's eyes narrowed.
“She gets the food. She gets the blankets. She gets protected.” Naobito looked between the two of you before something ugly crossed his expression. “What happened to safe passage? Because you're starting to look an awful lot like her fucking guard dog.”
“Enough, Zenin.” Choso appeared from where he'd been hiding in the cave.
Naobito whipped his head at him. “Stay out of it.”
“Gladly.” Choso shrugged. “Soon as you stop threatening someone half your size because you're angry you got two rabbit legs.”
Toji snorted from somewhere behind him. The sound only seemed to humiliate Naobito further. His eyes returned to you, then they dropped lower. To the necklace around your throat.
“Your father would be ashamed of you.”
Everything inside you stopped. Even Sukuna's expression changed. Naobito noticed. He had finally found something that hurt. Naturally, he pushed harder.
“Running around with vampires. Talking to them. Letting one of them protect and feed you.” his lip curled. “What do you think Josiah would say if he could see you now?”
“Don't.” the word came out barely above a whisper.
“Maybe you ought to start praying.”
Your fingers instinctively closed around the rosary. “I said don't.”
“Though I'm not sure god's listening anymore.”
“That's enough.” Sukuna stepped closer to the man.
Naobito scoffed. “What? Worried I'll upset your little preacher's daughter?”
Sukuna gave him a warning glare. Whatever amusement had been on Naobito's face disappeared.
“I said enough.”
The camp fell quiet, with only the crackling fire and the yipping of a coyote somewhere in the distance breaking through the silence.
Toji finally walked forward and grabbed both abandoned plates. “Guess nobody's having dinner now.”
He turned to face Naobito, grabbed him by the nape, and hauled him to the cave where the vampires had sheltered earlier.
Choso gave you one last look before following them, leaving you alone with Sukuna.
You didn't look at him. Instead, you pulled your knees closer to your chest and stared into the fire, watching the flames slowly consume the remaining pieces of wood.
Sukuna remained standing on the opposite side, his eyes fixed on you through the flickering orange flames.
He didn't say anything. Perhaps he was waiting for you to cry again. Yell at him. Tell him to leave you alone. Anything would've been better than the silence you'd given him since leaving Whiskey Falls.
“Don't listen to him.”
Your eyes lifted slightly, though you still refused to look directly at Sukuna.
He sighed, accepting your silence as answer.
“That's fine. You don't have to talk to me. You can just listen.” he crossed his arms over his chest. “Naobito's angry. He'll spit whatever poison comes to mind if he thinks it'll hurt someone. He knows how much you care about your father. He knows that's your weakness.”
Your fingers had already found the rosary hanging around your neck, rubbing one of the little beads. Sukuna's eyes followed the movement before settling on the small silver cross resting on your chest.
“Don't talk about him.”
“About who?”
“My father.” you finally looked at him. “Don't talk about him. You don't get to do that. Not after everything you've done.”
Sukuna looked away. “I was just saying.”
“And I'm telling you not to.”
Sukuna clicked his tongue, but surprisingly, he didn't argue. Instead, he walked around the fire and lowered himself onto the ground several inches away from you. Not close enough for your bodies to touch. Not close enough for you to feel trapped by him. Perhaps after everything that had happened, he had finally understood that you didn't want him touching you anymore.
“Fine.”
The fire popped loudly between you, sending several glowing embers drifting into the night air before Sukuna spoke again.
“You should eat something.”
“I'm not hungry.”
“You barely ate yesterday.”
“I'm fine.”
“You're a terrible liar.”
There was something painfully ironic about the remark. A few days ago, perhaps you would've rolled your eyes. Maybe you would've told him to mind his own business before eventually taking whatever food he insisted on offering you. Back then, his persistence had annoyed you in an almost endearing way. Now it only reminded you of how easily he'd fooled you.
“You would know.”
Sukuna went still.
“You're quite good at lying.”
His jaw shifted slightly. “I never claimed otherwise.”
“No.” your gaze dropped back to the fire. “I suppose you didn't.”
Sukuna stared into the flames as though admitting his dishonesty were no different than admitting the color of his hair.
“You want me to tell you Naobito was wrong?”
“I don't want anything from you.”
“Didn't ask what you wanted.”
You scoffed quietly. “Then what do you want?”
Sukuna looked at you. “I want you to stop sitting there punishing yourself over things you didn't do.”
Your expression hardened. “You don't know what I'm doing.”
“I've watched you clutch that damn thing all day.”
His eyes dropped to your hand. You immediately released the rosary, allowing the beads to fall back.
“Don't.”
“Don't what?”
“Talk about things you don't understand.”
Something shifted in Sukuna's expression. “Then explain it to me.”
“Explain what?”
“Why you're so afraid.”
“I'm not afraid.”
“Bullshit.”
“You kidnapped me. Of course I'm afraid of you.”
Sukuna didn't flinch. “Not me.”
Your mouth closed.
The pink-haired vampire leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms against his knees. His eyes dropped once again to the silver cross lying on your chest.
“That.”
Your hand instinctively covered it. “You don't know anything about my faith.”
“I know what I've seen.”
“Which is nothing.”
“I've seen you pray when you're frightened. I've seen you thank god whenever something good happens. I've watched you grab that cross every damn time you don't know what to do.” Sukuna's eyes narrowed. “And now you're sitting there looking at it like it's going to condemn you.”
Your lips parted, but no sound came out. You hated that he'd noticed. You hated even more that he was right.
“So tell me.” Sukuna tilted his head. “What exactly did you do?”
“What?”
“Naobito says your father ought to be ashamed of you, and now you're sitting there believing him. So what did you do?”
The answer became stuck somewhere in your throat. What had you done? Trusted Sukuna? Befriended him? Allowed him into your life without ever questioning why three strangers had suddenly appeared in Whiskey Falls? Fallen for him without knowing what he truly was? Perhaps the worst part was that learning the truth hadn't destroyed those feelings as quickly as you desperately wanted it to.
“I was foolish enough to blindly trust strangers.” your fingers curled against your dress. “That's my sin.”
“That's not a sin.”
“And you're suddenly an expert?”
“No.” Sukuna shrugged. “That's why I'm asking.”
“You murdered people.”
“Yes.”
“You feed on them.”
“I do.”
“You lied to everyone.”
“I did.”
Every answer came without hesitation, without an attempt to defend himself or soften what he'd done.
“And I was dumb enough to care for you.”
That silenced him.
The confession lingered between you until you realized what you'd admitted. Your eyes immediately dropped to the ground, unable to look at him anymore.
“That's what this is about?” Sukuna asked.
“You wouldn't understand.”
“Try me.”
“I said you wouldn't understand.”
“And I said try me.”
Your hands tightened around the fabric of your dress. “Because everything you are is something I was taught to stay away from. Everything you've done is wrong. Murder is wrong. Deception is wrong. Taking innocent lives is wrong. You are… a damned soul.”
“A damned soul,” he repeated, tasting the words on his tongue. “I've been called many things in my life. A monster. An abomination. A murderer. The devil. Something that was never supposed to exist.” he scratched thoughtfully at his jaw. “But never a damned soul.” he paused. “I think I like it.”
“That isn't funny.”
“Wasn't joking.”
You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. “And somehow, despite knowing what you are now… I still can't make myself fully hate you.”
Whatever amusement remained on Sukuna's face disappeared.
“I should.”
“Why?”
“Because you're a murderer. You killed people. Made them suffer. You're the reason Riko is dead. You lied to me. You pretended to be my friend, and then you burned down my church and took me away from my father. From my home.”
“That's a reason to hate me.” Sukuna's eyes narrowed slightly. “Doesn't explain why you're angry at yourself.”
When you didn’t respond Sukuna continued.
“You keep talking about what you're supposed to feel. What your father would think. What Naobito thinks. What that god of yours supposedly thinks.” Sukuna leaned back slightly. “Have you bothered asking what you think?”
“It doesn't work that way.”
“Why not?”
“Because there are rules.”
“Made by who?”
“God.”
Sukuna glanced at the dark sky. “And he told you himself?”
Your face immediately twisted. “Don't mock Him.”
“I'm not.”
There was no laughter in his voice. No smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Sukuna seemed genuine. Somehow, that frustrated you even more.
“I'm asking you a question.”
“Some things are simply wrong.”
“I agree.”
That answer caught you by surprise.
Sukuna looked back at you. “I've done terrible things. I'll probably do plenty more.” there wasn't an ounce of remorse in his voice as he admitted it. “But those were my choices. My sins, if that's what you want to call them. Not yours.”
Your throat tightened.
“You didn't kill those people. You didn't know what we were. And whatever you felt for me before you found out doesn't make you responsible for what I've done.”
You stared at him. For the first time since learning the truth, Sukuna had said something you desperately wanted to believe. Perhaps that was exactly why it bothered you.
“You make it sound so simple.”
“It is.”
“To you.”
Sukuna shrugged. “Maybe.”
Your fingers returned to the rosary. “You don't believe in any of this.”
“No.”
“Not even a little?”
“I've lived too long to put much faith in gods.”
Your gaze dropped to the cross between your fingers. “Then you wouldn't understand.”
“Maybe I don't. But if your god is everything you've spent all these weeks telling me he is, then I don't understand why you're so convinced he'd abandon you for caring about the wrong man.”
For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. Sukuna had spoken so casually, as though he hadn't just reached into every doubt twisting inside your head and laid them bare between you. You wanted to argue with him. You wanted to tell him he was twisting your faith into something it wasn't. That temptation was real. Sin was real. That there were consequences for turning away from the path you had been raised to follow. But another thought came instead. The wrong man. Not monster. Not vampire. Not murderer. Man.
“Why do you care?”
Sukuna looked at you.
“About any of this,” you clarified. “About whether I eat. Whether Naobito insults me. Whether I blame myself. Why?”
Sukuna's expression changed. His eyes moved away from yours, settling somewhere in the distance. “Can't have my safe passage dying before we get where we're going.”
The small warmth that had begun forming somewhere inside your chest disappeared almost instantly.
You lowered your head. “Right.”
Something about the way you said it made Sukuna's jaw tighten. He pushed himself to his feet. “Eat next time, and get some sleep. We leave at first light.”
You looked up at him. “That's all you have to say?”
“Already said more than I wanted to.”
You stared at his back. There were a hundred things you wanted to ask him. Whether any of it had been real. Whether he'd ever cared. Whether Whiskey Falls had merely been another game to him. But you didn't. Instead, you watched as he turned around and disappeared into the cave, leaving you alone with the dying campfire.
You remained in the same spot, staring into the flames as they slowly weakened. The wood had burned down to blackened pieces, glowing orange through the cracks as the occasional ember floated into the night. Somewhere beyond the clearing, the horses quietly grazed while the wind whispered through the dry grass.
Your hand slowly rose to your chest. The rosary was still there. Your fingers curled around the familiar beads, instinctively searching for the comfort they had given you countless times before. You had held them through frightened prayers and sleepless nights. You had clutched them while waiting for your father to return from Sourwater. Whenever fear became too great, whenever the world seemed uncertain, they had always reminded you where to place your faith. Tonight, they brought you no comfort.
Naobito's words returned first.
“Your father would be ashamed of you.”
And then Sukuna's.
“Why are you so convinced he'd abandon you for caring about the wrong man?”
Your eyes burned. You didn't know. For your entire life, there had always been an answer. Your father had taught you right from wrong, good from evil, sin from virtue. There were things you'd questioned, certainly, but never the foundation beneath them. Now everything seemed tangled together.
Sukuna was a murderer. A liar. A damned soul. He had deceived you, taken you from your home and separated you from your father. You should've wanted nothing to do with him. Yet when Naobito redirected his anger towards you, Sukuna defended you. When you were hungry, he noticed. When you were frightened, he noticed that too. Whenever Naoya had harassed you back in Whiskey Falls, Sukuna had been there to protect you. He'd spent time with you when the fair came to town. Countless times, he'd made sure you returned home safely. And somewhere beneath all the anger and betrayal, beneath everything you now knew him to be, remained the unbearable truth you couldn't pray away. You still cared for him.
A tear slipped down your cheek.
“I'm sorry.”
The apology barely disturbed the silence. Whether you were apologizing to your father or to God, you weren't entirely certain anymore.
Your fingers traveled slowly along the beads until they reached the small silver cross hanging at their end. You rubbed your thumb across it one last time before reaching behind your neck and pulling the rosary over your head.
It rested inside your open palm, silver glimmering on the dying firelight.
You stared at it. Taking it off felt wrong, almost sinful. Some small part of you desperately wanted to put it back around your neck, retreat into the cave and pretend this moment had never happened. But you couldn't. Not when you no longer felt worthy of wearing it.
Your fingers slowly closed around the beads.
“Forgive me.”
You lowered your hand, then opened it. The rosary slipped silently from your palm, disappearing among the dry grass.
You stood before you could change your mind, refusing to look down again. The cave entrance waited a few feet away. You wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks and slowly made your way inside, leaving the dying campfire behind and the rosary with it.
The little silver cross remained nestled among the grass, abandoned but not forgotten, its face turned to the heavens. You may have believed yourself unworthy of carrying it, but perhaps the Lord had never asked you to be worthy in the first place.
Just a little update! Chapter 9 should be released sometime between Saturday/Sunday, depending on how fast I can lock in with the drafting and editing.
I also wanted to mention that after going over everything I have planned, the story will have a total of 15 chapters (maybe) + a side story. It will reveal a little more about the vampires past and feature a witch!reader x Toji & Choso. In my mind, it takes place around 10 years before the events of Whiskey Falls, but I haven’t finished drafting it yet, so we’ll see how it goes.
Anyways, sorry for the long wait, and thank you guys for being patient! Here’s a little sneak peek of the next chapter. ❤️
When will the next chapter of Daughter of Faith, Son of the Night come out, ITS SOOO GOOD
I'll do my best to have the next chapter published sometime this week, but I can't make any promises. My summer break is over, and I'm back at university taking classes, so things have gotten pretty busy. Since I should be graduating next year, my studies have to be the priority right now.
Thank you for being patient and for supporting the story! I really appreciate it!!! ❤️
Hii I just recently found your works and got sooo into The Cost of Legacy, it’s so good! I was wondering when the next chapter would be 😭 thank you!!
Hi! I'm not really sure when I'll have part 3 posted since I've kiiinda been struggling with the ending. As you know, my fanfic mostly follows the comics, but with my own twists so that the reader's relationship with Thragg feels more natural. However, considering the nature of Mark's relationship with Thragg compared to the reader's relationship with him, it's been difficult to write an ending that doesn't feel out of place.
I want to stay true to the story while also giving their relationship the ending it deserves, so it's taken me a bit longer than expected.
Synopsis: Toji disappeared without a trace. With nothing but his last message and an abandoned underground mall to guide you, you set out to find him yourself. Beyond its walls lies an endless world that twists reality, imitates the people you love, and refuses to let anyone leave unchanged.
Cw: Backrooms au, found footage, modern au, characters are in their early 20's which is why they're making dumb decisions, liminal space horror, unsettling atmosphere, horror elements
Note: This is part 2 of my Lost Footage fanfic (following Sukuna's gf perspective), so for this to make more sense, I'd recommend reading that first.
The screen loaded as you clicked on the messages app, but every time the conversation opened there was still no response from your boyfriend. It had been three days. Three days since Toji had last texted you. His final message had simply read, “Okay, got to go now. Love ya!” accompanied by a picture of a dirty wall inside the abandoned mall he had been exploring.
Your boyfriend had always been fascinated by abandoned buildings, and while you never liked the idea of Toji barging into some old, forgotten place to explore, you also weren't going to take that hobby away from him; besides, he had built an entire YouTube channel around urban exploration, and surprisingly, it made him decent money. Three years ago, he had dropped out of college because he “wasn't feeling it anymore,” and with no job, his channel had become his only source of income. Although you wished he'd find something more stable, it was still better than him having nothing at all. But now he wasn't answering your messages, and that scared you more than anything.
The thought of filing a missing person's report had crossed your mind more than once, but honestly, what was the police going to do? Put out an announcement asking civilians for help, search a few places, then quietly move on when nothing turned up? Toji's name would become just another file tucked away inside a dusty cabinet alongside hundreds of others. No, you couldn't abandon him like that. You had to try. Figure out what had happened, why he wasn't responding to your messages.
After throwing together a saddle bag with a flashlight, lighter, cigarettes, compass, and the rest of your essentials, you hurried out of the apartment. Climbing into your car, you headed towards Toji's last known location—the abandoned underground mall. One foot remained pressed against the accelerator while anxious hands tightened around the steering wheel, your eyes constantly drifting between the road and the GPS guiding the way.
The cool night breeze brushed against your face through the slightly opened window as the car sped down the empty highway at nearly eighty miles per hour. Behind you, the city lights slowly faded into the distance, replaced by endless darkness and a sky scattered with bright stars overhead. On the GPS screen, the small blue dot steadily crept closer to its destination.
After an hour of driving, you arrived at the place. Stepping out of the car, you noticed something seemed off right away. Nothing was present; no way in, no doorway collapsed, the fence was intact. The only thing left behind was an abandoned parking lot flanked by lighting that had long since ceased operating.
“Fuck…” you whispered, running a hand through your hair while double-checking the GPS. According to it, you were exactly where you were supposed to be, yet there wasn't a single way underground. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips before you climbed back into the driver's seat, resting your arms against the steering wheel as you thought it through. The mall was here. Every official entrance had been sealed off years ago... yet somehow Toji had managed to get inside. The question was how?
Your thoughts continued racing until one small detail suddenly stood out. His truck wasn't here. “That's strange…” you muttered, starting the engine again. If his truck wasn't in the parking lot, then where the hell was it?
The car slowly pulled away from the empty lot. If this had truly been his last known location, then there had to be some clue nearby. Toji had found a way inside somehow, which meant that if you searched hard enough, you could find it too.
The steering wheel shifted beneath your hands as you carefully circled the perimeter, keeping your eyes peeled for anything unusual. Your headlights cut through the darkness while the stars overhead illuminated the outlines of distant buildings. Nearly thirty minutes passed before you finally spotted a lone warehouse with its large metal doors standing wide open, the broken lock discarded on the ground. Bringing the car to a stop outside, your gaze lingered on the dark interior. Had it not been for the headlights shining inside, the narrow tunnel stretching underground would've gone completely unnoticed.
You facepalmed. “Toji... how could you be so dumb and enter a place like this?”
Pressing down on the accelerator, you carefully drove into the warehouse, following the ominous tunnel beneath Earth’s surface. The uneven pavement made the car jolt every few seconds, each bump making your stomach twist tighter. You continued driving; in the distance, you could see another familiar vehicle, Toji's truck, lit by your car's headlights.
A shaky breath escaped before you even realized you'd been holding it. “He is here…” you muttered.
Stepping out of the car, you slowly approached his truck, carefully inspecting it. Relief briefly settled in your chest knowing he hadn't left, but it was quickly replaced by another thought. If he was still here… Why hadn't he answered your texts?
Your imagination immediately spiraled. Maybe he'd fallen unconscious. Maybe he'd slipped into that stagnant water he'd complained about. Maybe there simply wasn't any signal underground. Then another thought surfaced: what if he'd been killed? Your fingers instinctively tightened around the fabric of your shirt as you silently whispered a prayer that it wasn't true.
The hidden entrance to the mall stood eerily still. You hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside. A handful of lights had been switched on—most likely by Toji—which thankfully kept the darkness from swallowing the corridors whole.
“I hope you're in here.”
The moment you stepped inside, the smell hit you. It was putrid. A nauseating mixture of mold, rusting metal, dust, mildew, stagnant air, trapped moisture, and years of decay assaulted your senses all at once. Instinctively stumbling backwards, your shirt was pulled over your nose as you nearly gagged. After taking several deep breaths to compose yourself, you cautiously stepped inside again.
Slow footsteps echoed through the abandoned corridors as forgotten storefronts stretched endlessly along both sides of the mall. Leaning over the railings revealed nearly the entire structure beneath you. The highest floor remained dry, while the very bottom was completely submerged beneath filthy, murky water.
Continuing your search, you came across a partially illuminated storefront. A tent sat inside. Unlike everything else around it, it looked new. The colors hadn't faded with time, standing out sharply against the decay surrounding it. Cookie wrappers littered the floor—the same brand Toji always bought.
Your breath caught. Quickly making your way inside, you knelt besides the tent and searched through its contents: a half-empty water bottle, a blanket and a laptop. Carefully lifting it from the floor, you flipped open the screen. The bright wallpaper immediately shone on your face, a stark contrast against the darkness around. It was a picture of you and Toji taken almost two years ago during the beach date he'd surprised you with.
Your throat tightened. Without hesitation, you typed in his password—his birthday—and opened the folder containing all of his recordings, desperately searching for anything that could explain what had happened. The most recent upload had been recorded exactly three days and two hours earlier, almost perfectly matching the time of his final message.
You clicked on the video. The recording began with Toji smiling into the camera. “Okay guys, welcome back to part 3 of my exploring abandoned buildings series, and as you can see we're still at the underground mall where we last left off. Unfortunately, there isn't much in this Sears store, just the ceiling tiles that have fallen off over time and cracks on the floor. There's also those mannequin stands that were left behind still wearing clothes.”
So he'd started in Sears. That was your first clue.
Increasing the playback speed to 2x, you skipped ahead every few seconds. Watching the entire twenty-minute recording wasn't necessary—only the moments that might reveal where he'd gone. Partway through, he wandered into a Claire's and stopped near the entrance, pointing the camera toward one of the display racks.
“Guys, look at this.” the camera zoomed in. Hanging from one of the hooks was a small TY plushie keychain. Dust covered its fur, but otherwise it looked perfectly intact.
“Maybe I'll get this for my girlfriend.”
Your chest tightened. Even in a place like this, he'd still been thinking about you.
Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you skipped almost to the very end. The final minutes showed him standing near the center of the mall where the stairwell connected each floor. That was exactly where you needed to go next.
Taking one last glance around the small storefront that had served as his campsite, you quietly closed the laptop before continuing to the stairs Toji had walked down only three days earlier.
A hand rested on the railing while the other held your phone, your thumb slowly scrolling through the messages. You had finally made it to his last known location, but now what? The conversation remained exactly as you remembered it. Shortly before he stopped responding, he'd sent you a picture of a dirty wall with nothing more than the caption, “weird.” Judging from the lighting in the photograph, it had to be one of the corridors on this floor. Unfortunately, it was also the only hallway where the lights no longer worked.
A slow breath escaped your lips. “Toji... when I find you, I'm going to kill you.”
Your grip tightened around the phone as you stared at the conversation one last time before locking the screen and slipping it back into your pocket. The corridor swallowed everything silently. Each careful step echoed softly against the cracked tiles as dust floated lazily through the stale air. Empty storefronts stretched on either side, their shattered windows and rusted shutters long abandoned. Every few seconds your eyes darted around, searching for anything out of place, but nothing came, just another forgotten hallway, another forgotten store, more darkness. You continued walking when something caught your eye. A thin line of brilliant white light seeped through the wall ahead. Your footsteps slowed. “...What?”
Carefully moving closer, you leaned forward to inspect it. It wasn't a reflection. It was coming from inside the wall. A narrow crack split the concrete just enough for an impossibly bright fluorescent light to spill through.
Your heart skipped. Almost instinctively, your phone was pulled back out. The messages app opened. Scrolling upwards, you found the photograph he'd sent only three days earlier, then you looked back at the wall, back at the phone and at the wall again.
“No way...”
It was identical. The same crack. The same stains. The same chipped concrete.
Your stomach twisted. Had Toji… actually disappeared through a wall? No, that wasn't possible ...was it?
A nearby bench creaked softly as you sat down, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. There was no logical explanation. People couldn't simply phase through concrete. Unexpectedly, your thoughts drifted back to Mr. Gakuganji's physics lectures, to atoms. Most of an atom was empty space. Under a microscope, the nucleus was unimaginably tiny while electrons occupied a cloud surrounding it. The idea had always sounded ridiculous when he explained it in class, but… theoretically… if matter somehow stopped interacting the way it normally did… could something pass through a solid object?
“...No.” you shook your head almost immediately. “There is absolutely no way.”
Electrons naturally repelled one another. That alone should make something like this impossible. It should. But…
Your voice barely rose above a whisper. “What if…”
Slowly, almost against your own better judgment, your feet carried you back towards the wall. One trembling hand lifted cautiously into the air. What if this was that impossible one-in-a-billion exception? The tiny fraction of reality that refused to obey every law humanity had spent centuries discovering.
“...Okay…” your heart pounded painfully. “This is insane.”
With one hesitant push your hand disappeared into solid concrete. The cold sensation traveled all the way up your arm. You immediately jerked backwards. “What the hell?!” Eyes widened in disbelief as you stared at your own hand before looking back at the wall. It hadn't hurt; there hadn't been any resistance. Your hand had simply gone through it.
A disbelieving laugh escaped your lips. “...That's actually kind of cool.”
For a minute, your mind wandered to Mr. Gakuganji. If—when—you found Toji, you couldn't wait to tell him about this. Watching your old physics professor completely lose his mind trying to explain something that shouldn't exist almost made you smile, almost—the smile faded as quickly as it had appeared.
Standing there in silence, your gaze returned to the crack. What lay beyond it wasn't just impossible. It completely shattered everything you thought you understood about the world. And somehow your idiot boyfriend had found something capable of rewriting physics itself.. and his very first thought had been to walk straight through it; not call you, ot call the police, not tell anyone, just walk through.
You scoffed, rubbing your temples. “This is exactly why you got F's in half your classes and ended up dropping out.”
Even Jinichi probably would've had enough common sense not to do something so stupid… probably…
A tired sigh escaped you. “I seriously hope whatever made you think this was a good idea was worth it, Toji Zenin.”
Steeling yourself, you took one final breath before doing the exact same stupid thing. The moment your body crossed the threshold, every sense became confused. Half of you felt warm. The other half was freezing. It was like your body was being pulled upwards and downwards at the same time, every muscle struggling to understand which direction gravity actually existed. The sensation lasted only a second before it was over.
Your eyes slowly opened. A yellow room stretched endlessly before you, illuminated by rows of fluorescent lights humming overhead. Nearby sat a tangled pile of discarded electronics, wires, monitors, keyboards, and cables bundled together like some forgotten graveyard of technology.
“...What the hell is this?” the words escaped almost automatically as you stepped farther into the room, slowly turning in place while trying to take everything in; then you remembered something, the compass. Your hand reached into the saddle bag and pulled it free. Immediately something was wrong. The needle wasn't pointing north. It wasn't pointing anywhere. Instead it spun violently, circling in every direction without ever settling. Your eyebrows furrowed. Normally, a compass aligned itself with Earth's magnetic field, always guiding travelers north. In here it was as though the magnetic field existed everywhere at once.
Your gaze drifted back towards the enormous pile of electronics resting against the wall. Without really thinking about it, your feet carried you towards it. Slowly, the compass was lowered until the metal casing brushed against the tangled mass of wires. The needle stopped instantly. There was no more spinning. It settled into one steady direction. Southwest.
“...Huh.” the compass was turned over in your hand a few times, watching the needle stubbornly refuse to move. It was weird, but honestly you had far bigger problems than a compass deciding north no longer existed.
Sliding it back into your bag, you continued farther into the strange yellow room before following the hallway beyond. At the end stood a faded sign.
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
You frowned. “Authorized personnel? Who the hell would even work in a place like this?”
Stepping past the sign, you continued deeper into the endless corridors, moving quietly while doing your best to memorize every turn. With each passing hallway, the entrance disappeared farther behind, replaced only by the endless buzzing of fluorescent lamps and the growing feeling that this place had no end at all.
Your thoughts wandered just as aimlessly as your footsteps. Every room seemed to leave behind another question with no answer. What was this place? Where had Toji gone? Why was everything... wrong?
Furniture appeared here and there, but none of it looked finished. Tables were missing legs, chairs had been left without seats, lamps pierced straight through walls, while others hung halfway out of the ceiling. Every now and then there'd be another strange opening in either the floor or ceiling leading somewhere else entirely. There were arrows scribbled across certain walls, crude drawings scattered between them, though none of it made any sense.
Your hand reached back into the saddle bag, pulling out the compass once more. With nowhere else to go, it was the closest thing you had to a guide. The needle remained fixed towards the southwest, unmoving ever since it had touched that strange pile of electronics.
“Guess I'm trusting you…”
Quietly, you followed it.
One hallway blended into another. Some rooms were larger than others, some almost looked furnished while others were completely empty. Certain corridors had working lights, while others disappeared into darkness, forcing the glow from neighboring rooms to spill weakly across the floor. Every turn looked almost identical to the last.
Before long you'd completely lost track of where you had came from.
At this point there was no point trying to memorize the route anymore. The compass and pure luck were about the only things keeping you moving.
You continued exploring, lingering in each room for a few extra seconds before cautiously moving on to the next. Every instinct screamed that this wasn't safe. Turn back. Leave while you still could. Maybe this had all been a mistake. Maybe Toji had never made it this far, and you'd been foolish enough to believe he had. But another, quieter part of you refused to let go of that hope. If there was anyone reckless enough to wander into a place like this without backup, it was Toji... and, apparently, you too.
The yellow wallpaper stretched on without end, each hallway blending into the next until it became impossible to tell them apart. With the compass in hand, you followed its steady direction, accompanied only by the soft fluorescent buzz overhead.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps running. They grew louder and louder each time.
Your body immediately stiffened, as if staying still could protect you from whatever it was.
They echoed somewhere ahead, faint enough that you couldn't tell exactly where they were coming from. Pressing yourself against the nearest wall, you slowly peeked around the dark corner, holding your breath.
“You sure this is the right way?” someone asked.
“No... but what other choice do we have?” another voice answered.
The silhouettes slowly grew larger as they approached. One had blonde hair, the other black.
Your eyes widened in recognition. Stepping out from behind the wall, you cautiously called their names. “Yuki? Suguru?”
The two froze.
Yuki stared as if she'd seen a ghost. Suguru looked equally shocked, though his expression quickly shifted into suspicion.
“...This isn't real, is it?” he muttered. “Just more of those things.”
Only then did you notice the state they were in. Both were covered in black dust. Sweat clung to their faces, their clothes were filthy, and dried blood stained the front of Suguru's shirt.
Without thinking, you ran over and hugged them both. “What are you guys doing here?!”
“We came with Toji.”
The words made your stomach drop.
“...Toji?” your voice caught. “He... he brought you two here?”
Yuki gave a small nod.
“He told us there was something he wanted to show us. Well…” she sniffled. “Choso, Suguru, Satoru and Sukuna. You know... their boys' only group. I only came because Choso asked me to.”
A hand instinctively pressed against your chest. “Where is he? Where is Toji?” you asked quietly.
Yuki and Suguru exchanged a glance. Neither of them answered immediately.
“...We got separated,” Suguru admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “We don't know where the others are.”
Before another word could be said, Yuki suddenly dropped onto her knees.
“This is all my fault! If I'd just listened to Choso none of this would've happened!” she sobbed.
Suguru immediately knelt besides her, rubbing slow circles against her back. “Hey… it isn't your fault. We all chose to come.”
Yuki cried, shaking her head. “But if I'd listened to him… we would've stayed together! We don't even know if everyone else is alive... I don't even know if…”
Suguru stayed quiet, gently brushing a hand through her tangled hair while letting her cry.
After consoling her, he finally looked over at you.
“...How did you even find us?”
You pulled your phone from your pocket and opened the conversation with Toji.
“He stopped replying three days ago. I got worried and came looking for him. I found his laptop in one of the abandoned stores…” you scrolled up to the picture he'd sent. “...then I used this to find the wall.”
Yuki's eyes widened. “...Three days?”
The fluorescent lights flickered. The buzzing grew noticeably louder before settling again.
Suguru's expression immediately hardened.
“Yuki,” he whispered. “Keep your voice down. We can't let that thing find us again.”
You frowned. “...What thing?”
Neither answered. They exchanged glances before Suguru spoke again.
“...We're not alone.” he swallowed. “There's this thing... really tall. Its body almost looks like vines... or slime. Long arms. Long legs… It almost looks human.”
His eyes briefly lifted to the ceiling.
“Whenever it gets close, the lights start flickering, and the buzzing gets louder.”
The image alone was enough to make your heart stop. Not at the disturbing image of it, but at the idea of Toji being alone in this place with this creature. Silently, you prayed that whatever that thing was… it hadn't found Toji.
After a long pause, Suguru stood back up.
“...We should keep moving.” he helped Yuki back onto her feet before glancing at the compass still in your hand. “That thing actually works?”
“So far.” you nodded. “It's been pointing southwest this whole time.”
Suguru let out a tired chuckle. “...Well, it led you to us, maybe it'll lead us somewhere else.”
You stepped to the front of the group, tightening your grip around the compass. Suguru draped an arm over Yuki's shoulder as the three of you continued forward. The only sounds came from the constant hum of the fluorescent lights and the occasional grunt escaping Suguru whenever one of his injuries flared up.
After a while, the pace naturally slowed.
Yuki was emotionally drained. Suguru looked exhausted from blood loss alone. Finding a place to stop for a few minutes seemed like the only sensible option before continuing farther into this maze.
You finished crossing one of the longer hallways before it opened into a much wider room. Several entrances branched off in different directions, each one disappearing into another maze of yellow walls and fluorescent lights.
You stopped in the middle of the room. “...Great.” The compass remained steady in your hand, its needle still pointing southwest. “Sooo… besides the obvious... how are you guys?” you broke the silence.
Suguru let out a dry cough, his voice sounding rough. “Very hungry ...and thirsty.”
Your expression softened.
“Oh…” your eyes instinctively drifted to the saddle bag hanging at your side. “I'm sorry... I didn't bring anything.” you quietly cursed yourself. In all the panic of searching for Toji, packing food and water had never crossed your mind. A couple of granola bars. A water bottle. Anything would've been better than showing up empty-handed.
Suguru offered a weak smile despite his cracked lips. “It's alright…”
Silence settled over the group again. The only sounds came from the steady hum of fluorescent lights.
You glanced around the room. Several old office desks had been pushed together near one wall, almost like someone had tried building a barricade before abandoning it. Plastic chairs were scattered around them, one resting upside down atop another. A faded red arrow had been spray-painted across the wallpaper, pointing towards one hallway, while a newer blue arrow pointed in the opposite direction.
“...Someone else has been here,” you murmured.
Suguru followed your gaze. “Looks like it. But whether they made it out…” he didn't finish the sentence.
Nobody wanted him to.
Keeping the compass pointed ahead, the three of you chose another corridor. One room blended into the next. The wallpaper never changed. Neither did the lights. Every now and then the layout shifted just enough to make you think you'd found somewhere different. One room was filled with support columns stretching in neat rows until they disappeared from view. Another contained nothing but half-installed cubicle walls that led nowhere. Ceiling tiles hung loose above your heads, exposing endless pipes and tangled wiring that vanished into the darkness overhead.
The farther you walked, the more impossible it became to imagine this place ever ending. Then something caught your eye. Lying near the corner of the next room was a camera. You hurried over before kneeling besides it.
Dust coated the lens, but the body itself looked surprisingly intact.
“Is that...?” Yuki asked quietly.
Turning it over in your hands, your thumb brushed against a familiar sticker. A tiny cat. Big round eyes. Pink little ears. You'd been the one to stick it there the day Toji bought the camera.
“It's Toji's.”
Your heart immediately began racing. Pressing the power button, the small screen flickered to life. Battery: 4%
“Damn…”
There wasn't enough charge to watch everything. You skipped ahead through most of the footage, searching for the final recording. The timestamp matched almost perfectly with the day he'd disappeared.
The video began playing.
Toji walked through another series of yellow rooms, joking to the camera exactly the way he always did. Every now and then he'd stop to point something out—a strange stain on the wall, another endless hallway, a room that somehow looped back into itself.
Almost at five minutes before the recording stopped the camera suddenly jerked. At the far end of one long room, a person walked across the hallway before disappearing around a corner.
“Wait!”
Toji immediately took off after them. The footage became shaky as he ran. His breathing grew heavier. The fluorescent lights flickered, and the buzzing became noticeably louder.
Toji suddenly stopped running. He turned. The camera swung towards another corridor. Standing at the opposite end was something else. Long limbs. A body that looked less like flesh and more like tangled vines stretched into the shape of a person—same as the thing Suguru had described earlier. It didn't move. For a single second, it simply stood there. Watching. Then it lunged. The recording lurched violently as Toji spun around and sprinted in the opposite direction. The camera slipped from his hands, crashing against the floor. The image tilted sideways. Heavy footsteps echoed away. The recording then stopped.
Everyone went quiet.
“...Toji…” Yuki whispered, a hand slowly rising to cover her mouth.
Your eyes remained fixed on the screen.
“He…” your voice caught in your throat. “He's alive... right?” you looked between Suguru and Yuki, searching desperately for someone to confirm it. “H-he got away... he found somewhere to hide…”
Neither of them answered.
“Suguru saw that thing,” you continued quickly, almost as if saying it aloud would make it true. “And he's here. Maybe Toji had the same luck.”
Suguru lowered his gaze. “I only got away because I managed to hit it with a chair and hid behind one of the columns until it left.” he hesitated. “I'm not sure if Toji—”
“Don't say that!” your voice echoed through the room before you could stop it. Immediately, the fluorescent lights overhead flickered. The now familiar buzzing grew louder.
Yuki's eyes widened. She hurried closer, lowering her voice. “Please keep it down...”
Your breathing became uneven. “Just... don't say he's dead.” your fingers tightened around the camera until your knuckles turned white. “He's not. I know he's not.” The words sounded less convincing each time you repeated them.
You swallowed hard. “He just can't be…” The sentence refused to leave your mouth.
For the first time since arriving, the possibility settled into your chest like a weight. Three days. Three days without a message. Three days without anyone seeing him. Three days trapped in a place where things no longer followed the rules of the world outside.
“No. He always finds a way.” It sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself than anyone else.
Suguru quietly stepped closer. A hand rested gently against your shoulder. “I'm sorry…”
That was all it took. The camera slipped from your hands onto the carpeted floor with a soft thud as you buried your face against his shirt. The tears came silently, your shoulders trembling while every desperate thought you'd been pushing aside finally caught up with you.
Behind you, hesitant footsteps approached, then another pair of arms wrapped around both of you. Yuki.
The three of you remained there without saying anything. Time seemed to stop. Only the occasional sniffle and quiet hiccup escaped between shaky breaths.
Eventually, Yuki slowly loosened her embrace and took a small step backwards, giving you room to breathe.
“We should keep going.”
You slowly looked up at her, your cheeks flushed and eyes swollen from crying. “...To where?” your voice sounded hollow. “The only reason I came here was for him…" your throat tightened again.
Yuki's own eyes began watering again. “I know.” she wiped at them with the sleeve of her jacket before forcing herself to continue. “I know exactly how you feel. I lost Choso too…” a shaky breath escaped her. “Because I was too stubborn to listen.” she closed her eyes for a moment. “But… we can't stay here. If we do, none of us are getting out.”
She looked toward the compass ying next to the dropped camera. “Wherever that's taking us… .it's the only direction we have.”
Suguru nodded in agreement.
“She's right.” he leaned down, picking up Toji's camera before handing it back to you. “I lost Satoru too and as much as I want to go looking for him… we can't help anyone if we end up dying here.”
A quiet sigh escaped him.
“If we survive we come back. Better prepared. And we look for all of them.”
The words hung heavily between the three of you. You looked down at the camera resting in your hands before carefully slipping it into the saddle bag. Another reminder. Another promise.
“...Okay.” your voice was quiet, but steadier than before.
The compass was pulled out once again. Its needle still pointed southwest. Without another word, you stepped to the front of the group. Suguru and Yuki silently followed.
The room gradually disappeared behind as another corridor swallowed the three of you. The buzzing of the fluorescent lights became the only constant companion once more. Every now and then, another room opened to the side, some filled with overturned office furniture, others completely empty except for the occasional support column or abandoned filing cabinet. One hallway had dozens of arrows painted over one another, pointing in nearly every direction, as if countless people had disagreed on which path led somewhere safe.
No one said a word. The only interruptions came from Suguru's occasional grunt or the quiet scrape of shoes dragging across the worn carpet.
The farther you walked the more it felt like the building had no end. Another hallway. Then another. The compass never wavered, its needle remaining fixed to southwest no matter how many turns the three of you made. Rooms came and went, blending together until they became impossible to distinguish. Some contained nothing more than yellow walls and stained carpet. Others were cluttered with abandoned furniture. Several walls had words scribbled across them. DON'T FOLLOW THE LIGHTS. Another read: IT HEARS YOU. Farther ahead, the message had been scratched over so many times that only fragments remained.
“People have been here before us,” Yuki murmured.
Suguru nodded. “Looks that way...”
None of you stopped long enough to inspect them. The farther you traveled, the more the rooms changed. The wallpaper gave way to bare concrete in places. Exposed pipes stretched across the ceiling before disappearing behind loose tiles. Water dripped somewhere overhead, each drop echoing through the empty corridors despite there being no visible leak.
Nobody spoke. Everyone was too exhausted.
Suddenly from one hallway there was movement. Someone was walking.
Your grip instinctively tightened around the compass.
Far across the room, beyond a row of support columns, a lone figure casually crossed from one hallway to another.
“...Did you guys see that?” you whispered.
Suguru immediately raised an arm, silently stopping both of you.
The three of you watched, and a few seconds later the figure appeared again. Not running or hiding, it was just walking.
“That's a person...” Yuki whispered.
Slowly, the group began moving closer. As the distance between you shortened, another figure came into view besides the first. They were holding hands. The woman turned slightly as she laughed at something she'd whispered, the sound carrying faintly through the empty room.
The closer she came, the easier it became to recognize her. She looked completely unharmed. Not a scratch, not a speck of dust, almost as if she'd been out on an ordinary walk.
Your shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.
“Guys!” she called, finally noticing all three of you. Her entire face brightened. “I finally found you!”
She happily skipped the last few steps towards the room you were all in.
Only then did everyone's attention shift to the person still standing behind her. The relief vanished instantly.
“Heyyy…” Suguru said her name. “Are you okay?” he asked.
The woman nodded.
Everyone’s attention focused on the figure standing behind her. She seemed completely unaware of the awkward tension that lingered in the group.
Carefully, unable to take his eyes off it. Suguru questioned it. “Sooo… who is that?”
She blinked, confused at the statement. Turning around, she looked at the figure next to her before looking back at everyone else with complete confusion.
“What do you mean? It's Sukuna. Don’t you remember him?”
The figure remained perfectly still. It didn't acknowledge the group. Didn't blink. Didn't smile. It simply stood there, one hand loosely intertwined with hers.
At first glance it resembled Sukuna. He was taller than he should've been. A second pair of arms rested motionless along his sides. Another face protruded from the side of his own, its larger eyes staring somewhere past everyone in the room without ever focusing on anything. It looked less like another person and more like a blurry photograph taken while someone was still moving, the image stretched and distorted before being carelessly stitched back together.
“I see...” you stared at the creature and called her name. “Has Sukuna seen Toji..?”
She looked up at the creature. “Babe? Have you seen Toji?”
The figure didn't answer. It didn't even look at her. It simply remained standing.
She shrugged. “Guess that's a no.” turning back at the group, she smiled apologetically. “Nope. Sorry. Haven't seen him.”
No one said anything, nobody even knew what to say. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly. Somewhere deeper within the endless corridors something metallic clanged once.
Debating wether this was a terrible decision or not, Suguru slowly raised both hands, careful not to make any sudden movements.
“Hey...” his voice remained calm. “It's okay. You can come with us.”
She frowned. “...Come with you?”
He nodded. “Yeah. We'll get you out of here.”
She glanced around the room before looking back at him. “...Out of where?”
“The mall. We’re going home.” Yuki answered softly.
For a moment, she simply stared, then she laughed. “You guys are acting weird. We're just walking around.” she gave Sukuna's hand a small squeeze before looking up at him with a loving smile. “Aren't they acting weird?”
The figure remained completely motionless. Not even a nod. Not a blink. Nothing.
“...See?” she chuckled. “Even he thinks you guys are being dramatic.”
Suguru swallowed hard. His eyes never left the creature. “...Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“...Let go of his hand.”
The smile immediately disappeared from her face.
“...Why?”
“So you can come with us.”
She didn’t respond. Her grip around Sukuna's hand tightened instead. “...No.”
Yuki cautiously stepped forward. “...Please…” she said her name. “That's not Sukuna."
“He is.”
“No…” Yuki gently shook her head. “It only looks like him.”
“It is him.” her voice sharpened. “You were all with him before. How can you suddenly not recognize your own friend?”
Suguru and Yuki didn't answer.
“You guys are scaring me.”
The lights buzzed louder. One flickered, then another.
Suguru slowly took another careful step. “We're not trying to scare you. We're trying to help you.”
“Then stop talking that way about my boyfriend.” her voice trembled. She looked back at the figure standing near her. “...He's been with me this whole time. He hasn't left me. He talks to me. He holds my hand… so stop acting like he's some… unknown entity.”
The creature never reacted. Its oversized eyes stared somewhere beyond the room, unfocused and distant. The only movement came from its chest rising and falling in slow, perfectly even breaths.
You felt your stomach twist. She wasn't pretending. She genuinely believed this was Sukuna.
The buzzing suddenly grew louder, almost vibrating through the ceiling.
Yuki's eyes darted upwards. “Guys...”
No one moved. Another fluorescent light blinked out then came back on. Somewhere in the distance a heavy metallic bang echoed through the endless halls.
Everyone froze.
Suguru's expression changed instantly. His voice dropped to barely above a whisper. “We have to end this conversation. Now.”
Yuki looked between her friend and the creature with her.
“...Please, just come with us. You don't have to leave him. You can just…” her voice faltered. “...Walk besides us.”
Sukuna's girlfriend slowly shook her head.
“No.” she took a single step backwards. “If you guys are going to keep talking about him like that… then we'd rather go our own way.”
The lights flickered again. Longer this time.
Your heart pounded. Immediately, you stepped between everyone before another argument could start.
“You're right.”
All three of them looked at you.
“That's Sukuna.” you forced a small, nervous smile. “We'll... uh… We'll take this route.” you pointed to another hallway. “You two can keep going. We won't bother you.”
A long pause followed. She continued staring at the group as if deciding whether to believe you or not. After a minute she finally spoke.
“Good.” turning around, she gently tugged on Sukuna's hand. “Come on, babe.”
The creature obeyed instantly, as if it had been waiting for her to move first. It turned with the exact same pace, the exact same posture, never once looking back. Together, they disappeared into another corridor until only the sound of their footsteps echoed faintly.
The group stood in shock for several seconds.
“Are we really just leaving her?” Yuki asked.
Suguru closed his eyes. “I don't want to, but she won't come willingly, and I don't trust…” he hesitated. “...Whatever was standing next to her.”
“What if it attacks? We can’t abandon her.” Yuki looked down at the floor.
“I know,” Suguru sighed. “But if we force her we’ll just make more noise.” his eyes briefly lifted to the flickering lights. “And if that thing she was holding isn't the only one wandering around…”
Yuki remained staring into the empty hallway. “...Please hold on just a little longer. We'll come back for you.”
You tightened your grip on the compass.
“Let's go.”
Without another word, the group turned and continued following the needle southwest, leaving the empty hallways behind.
Yuki and Suguru continued walking behind you in silence, the events from earlier refusing to leave your mind. You had just left Sukuna with his girlfriend, promising that you'd come back for them, but what if you never did? What if by the time you found a way out it was already too late? Would their deaths fall on your hands simply because you had walked away? Then another thought quietly surfaced. What if you didn't make it out either? What if this place became your grave? Your grip instinctively tightened around the compass as another image forced its way into your thoughts. Sukuna. Was that even him anymore? It had looked like him... but not completely. He'd been taller, another face resting against his own, two extra arms hanging from his sides, two sets of eyes staring in different directions. Everything about him had been familiar, yet every feature had felt wrong, like someone had tried rebuilding him from memory and failed.
The compass continued pointing in the same direction as the three of you wandered farther into the endless maze. Every hallway seemed to lead into another nearly identical one, the yellow wallpaper stretching on without end beneath the constant hum of fluorescent lights. Every so often something different broke the pattern. A row of unfinished office cubicles blocked part of a room before abruptly ending. Several arrows had been spray-painted across one wall, each pointing in a more directions, making it impossible to tell which path, if any, had once been the right one. Nobody stopped to inspect them.
“Which way do you think those arrows were supposed to lead?” Yuki asked quietly, slowing besides one of the walls.
Suguru barely glanced at them before looking back at the compass. “Doesn't matter. Whoever painted them was as lost as we are.”
You silently agreed and continued forward, trusting the compass more than the faded paint. There were no windows, no clocks, nothing to tell how much time had passed since entering this place. It felt as though the rooms simply went on forever.
As you rounded another corner, something immediately caught your attention.
You stopped walking. Not far ahead, someone was crouched on the floor with their back turned to the group. They hadn't moved. They hadn't even reacted to the sound of your footsteps.
Suguru narrowed his eyes. “...Is that...?”
Yuki leaned forward, trying to get a better look. For a few seconds the room remained completely still, everyone silently staring at the figure. Then she suddenly gasped. “Choso!”
Before either of you could stop her, she took off running.
“Yuki!” Suguru called after her, but she was already kneeling besides him.
“Choso!” her voice cracked with relief as she threw her arms around him. “I missed you so much!”
Choso didn't respond. He didn't hug her back. He didn't move.
Her hand carefully reached beneath his chin, gently lifting his head. The moment his face came into view, she screamed. The sound echoed through the room as the fluorescent lights flickered again with the same aggression as it had back when Sukuna’s girlfriend lashed out.
You and Suguru immediately rushed over, but the closer you got, the easier it became to understand why. Sitting against the wall was Choso, or at least... something that looked like him. His face had been split apart and pieced back together incorrectly, the two halves failing to line up with one another. One eye sat noticeably higher than the other while a thick black substance slowly seeped from the jagged seam running across his nose, disappearing in the collar of his shirt.
You instinctively covered your mouth, trying to suppress the urge to gag. “...What is that?”
Suguru stared at him in complete disbelief, unable to tear his eyes away. “I don't know...”
Was this thing even alive? Was it really Choso? Or was this the same thing that had been walking besides Sukuna's girlfriend?
“Choso!” Yuki cried again, tears streaming freely down her face. “Please... talk to me… What's wrong?!”
The creature barely reacted. Its head slowly lifted, not to Yuki but somewhere past her shoulder, its mismatched eyes lingering on nothing in particular before lazily lowering back to the floor.
The fluorescent lights flickered.
Suguru immediately looked at the ceiling. “Yuki, please keep it down.”
You slowly knelt next to her, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Yuki… I'm sorry.”
“I don't understand.” fresh tears continued rolling down Yuki's face as she looked at Choso, desperately searching for any sign that he was still there. She reached for his hand, carefully intertwining her fingers with his. It was cold. Not lifeless, but colder than it should have been. “Choso... please look at me.” her voice cracked beneath another sob. “Please, talk to me...”
The creature remained motionless.
Suguru stood frozen, his expression twisted between disbelief and disgust. Whatever sat before them wore Choso's face, his clothes, even his hairstyle... but there was something fundamentally wrong about it. It wasn't simply injured. It looked as though someone had taken Choso apart and carelessly stitched him back together, leaving pieces slightly out of place.
Your stomach churned. You had hoped Sukuna had been an exception. A horrible coincidence. But now this made two, maybe even more.
Suguru finally forced himself to speak. “Yuki, we can't stay here.”
Yuki didn't answer. She simply rested her forehead against Choso's forehead as she held onto him a little tighter. “I'm sorry… I'm sorry for arguing with you. You were right... we should've turned around. We should've never come in here.” tears slipped down her cheeks.
Still Choso said nothing. No comforting embrace. No reassuring words. Not even the slightest acknowledgment that she was there. The creature continued staring at the floor as though it had never heard her voice.
“Yuki…”
She didn't look up. “I know…”
“We have to keep moving. If Toji's still out there…” your own voice faltered for a moment before you forced yourself to continue. “...then we still have to find him.”
Yuki wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket before giving a small nod. It clearly hurt her to let go, but after one final squeeze of Choso's hand, she slowly stood. Her eyes glue on him for another moment before she reluctantly took a step away.
Suguru quietly exhaled, giving Choso one last look before turning toward the next corridor.
“Let's go.” he turned around and barely taken two steps when he stopped. His entire body stiffened.
“Suguru?” you asked quietly.
He didn't answer. Instead, his eyes remained fixed on something standing just beyond the doorway ahead.
He whispered a single name. “Satoru..?”
Yuki immediately turned around, quickly wiping the tears from her face. You followed Suguru's gaze at the doorway ahead. Someone was standing there. Perfectly still. His back rested against the wall as if he had been waiting there the entire time. The flickering lights cast long shadows across his body, making it difficult to distinguish his features from a distance.
For a brief moment, hope returned.
“Satoru?” Yuki repeated, confused at what was happening.
The figure slowly lifted his head. Suguru took an instinctive step forward.
“It really is you.”
Relief washed over Suguru’s face, if only for a second until he noticed something wrong with him too.
You couldn't tell where to look first.
Six eyes stared back at him, arranged in two uneven rows of three. The upper row curved unnaturally across his forehead, the skin stretched tightly around them as though they had always belonged there. None of them blinked together. One pair remained fixed on Suguru while another wandered around the room before settling back on him.
Your heart sank. It was happening again.
Suguru's expression slowly fell, the relief draining from his face as disbelief took its place. “...Satoru…” he stepped closer anyway. “I don't understand…” his hand cautiously reached towards Satoru's cheek, stopping only inches away before finally making contact. The creature didn't recoil. It didn't lean into the touch either. It simply stood there, its blank expression never changing as Suguru gently cupped the side of its face.
“...What happened to you?”
No answer. The six eyes continued staring at him without recognition. It was as though whatever memories had once existed behind them had been hollowed out, leaving nothing behind except an empty shell wearing Satoru's skin.
Behind you, Yuki let out another broken sob before collapsing next to Choso once more.
“Oh, Choso…” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him from behind. “I'm so sorry... I am so, so sorry. Please forgive me for arguing with you. You were right... we should've turned around. We should've left when we still had the chance.” her voice trembled between every word. Her forehead rested against his shoulder as tears soaked into the fabric of his shirt. “I should've listened to you…”
The lights overhead buzzed louder than before. One blinked out completely. Another flickered violently before returning. The room seemed to pulse with each flash, bathing everyone in alternating light and darkness.
Suguru's breathing grew uneven. “Satoru…” his hand tightened slightly against the creature's cheek. “What happened to you?”
The buzzing became almost deafening. A low metallic groan echoed somewhere far beyond the room.
You slowly took a step backwards, your eyes lifting to look at the ceiling. “...Guys.”
Neither Yuki nor Suguru responded. They were too consumed by the people they'd lost.
Another flicker. Longer this time. The room plunged into complete darkness for nearly two seconds before the lights returned.
Your pulse quickened.
“We have to go!” you half yelled hald whispered, tightening your grip around the compass.
A growl echoed through the maze. This time it was unmistakably closer.
You looked to the dark hallway, your pulse quickening as the lights began flickering faster, the room alternating between harsh white light and complete darkness.
Suguru and Yuki ignored you. Suguru remained standing in front of Satoru, his hand still resting against his friend's face, desperately searching for some sign that he was still there. Behind you, Yuki had buried her face against Choso's, quietly apologizing between sobs as though he could still hear every word she said.
The growl came again, much louder this time. It vibrated through the floor beneath your feet. Your stomach dropped.
“Guys!”
Still nothing from them.
Your breathing grew shallow. You looked down the hallway. The darkness seemed to move. Whatever had been making those noises was getting closer each second.
Something inside you finally snapped. “Oh, for fuck's sake!” you stormed towards Suguru first, grabbing him roughly by the wrist before yanking him away from Satoru.
“What are you doing?!” he protested, trying to pull free.
“Look around you!” you shouted, your voice cracking. “He's gone!”
Suguru stumbled backwards, his eyes widening as you physically shoved him away from the creature.
Before he could argue again, you spun towards Yuki. She still refused to let go of Choso.
“No! Please... just give me one more—” she cried.
“No!” you yelled, grabbing both of her forearms. “We don't have one more minute!”
She resisted. You pulled harder.
“Yuki!”
Tears streamed down her face. “I can't leave him! Not again!”
“Yuki, that’s not Choso! If you stay here you will die!” your voice echoed through the room.
Another guttural roar exploded through the corridor. This one was so close it rattled the loose ceiling panels overhead. The lights suddenly blinked out. Complete darkness followed for one agonizing minute, then the lights flashed back on.
Far down the hallway something moved. A mass of twisted limbs briefly crossed the corridor before disappearing behind another wall.
Your heart nearly stopped.
“NOW!”
You practically ripped Yuki away from Choso, refusing to let her fight you anymore. She stumbled into your arms, still reaching for him as tears blurred her vision.
Suguru finally looked at the hallway. The color immediately drained from his face.
“Run!”
No one hesitated. You grabbed Yuki's hand while Suguru fell in to your side, and the three broke into a sprint just as another guttural growl bounced on the walls.
Nobody looked back. None of you wanted to see what had answered your cries.
Yuki stumbled forward as you refused to let go of her hand. Suguru stayed close, casting one final glance over his shoulder before forcing himself to look away. The group hurried through one corridor after another, no longer paying attention to what each room looked like. The buzzing followed, growing quieter with every hallway you put between yourselves and Choso, Satoru and whatever monster awaited, but none of you slowed down. The memory of those distorted faces remained fresh in your minds, along with the terrifying realization that whatever had happened to them could just as easily happen to any of you.
Only when the growling could no longer be heard did your pace finally begin to slow.
Your lungs burned. Every breath came out ragged as you bent forward, resting your hands against your knees while trying to steady yourself. Yuki wiped at her face with trembling hands, though fresh tears immediately replaced the ones she'd brushed away. Suguru leaned on the wall, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stared blankly at the carpet.
You looked down at the compass. The needle still pointed southwest.
“It's still working,” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else.
Suguru nodded tiredly. “Then we keep following it.”
No one argued. The group quickly picked themselves back up and continued walking, running footsteps becoming the only sound apart from the hum of the lights.
The farther the compass led you, the more the familiar rooms began changing. The faded yellow wallpaper that had followed you for what felt like hours slowly disappeared, giving way to rough concrete walls streaked with moisture. Ceiling tiles became fewer and farther between until they vanished altogether, exposing rusted pipes and thick ventilation ducts that crisscrossed overhead. The annoying lights remained, though many hung crooked from loose wiring, swaying ever so slightly despite there being no breeze. Sections of carpet slowly gave way to unfinished concrete floors littered with dust, broken ceiling panels and abandoned construction materials, making it difficult to tell whether this place had once been built... or had never been finished at all. The place now looked more like an abandoned construction site or an empty parking garage rather than the usual abandoned office rooms.
Minutes passed or maybe hours, it had become impossible to tell. The compass remained steady in your hand, faithfully leading the group through another intersection before pointing to another grey hallway.
Just as the group walked down the corridor on the other side yet another figure was walking ahead of the group. The figure's back was turned, moving at an unhurried pace as though completely unaware that anyone else was there. Broad shoulders. A tall, muscular frame. A fitted black shirt almost ripped apart stretched across his back.
Your heart stopped.
Was that who you think it was? For a terrifying moment, you couldn't bring yourself to call his name. After everything you'd seen—Sukuna, Choso, Satoru—your mind refused to believe this could be any different. Instead, dread settled heavily in your chest as you found yourself searching for what would be wrong this time. Would he have another face? Extra limbs? Eyes where they shouldn't be? Your heart clenched at the thought. You weren't ready to watch Toji become another empty shell wandering these halls.
Taking a deep breath you decided to face your fears. He was the only reason why you had come to this place in the first place, so refusing to face him now, even if it wasn’t really him felt as if all of this would’ve been for nothing.
“Toji..?” the words barely escaped your lips above a whisper.
The figure froze. Slowly, he turned around, and dark green eyes met yours. Your heart pounded as your gaze instinctively swept over him, bracing yourself for another nightmare—for another face, another set of eyes, another body carelessly stitched back together. Instead, you found nothing. His face was whole. His body was untouched. Every feature was exactly as you remembered it, expect for the dried blood on his cheek. The person standing before you looked completely normal.
Confusion spread across his face before quickly giving way to disbelief. He quietly spoke your name. “...Is that really you?”
Everything else disappeared. The maze. The buzzing. The fear.
Without thinking, you broke into a run.
“Toji!”
Tears blurred your vision as you threw yourself into his arms. He barely had enough time to react before instinct took over, catching you against his chest. He stood there, holding you as though trying to convince himself you were actually real.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, equal parts shocked and horrified. His hands tightened around you before he glanced over your shoulder to Suguru and Yuki. “How... how did you even find this place?”
“I came looking for you,” you managed between shaky breaths, burying your face against his chest. “You've been missing for three days. I—I couldn't just sit there wondering what happened to you. You sent me your location... and that picture of the wall. I found the mall... then I found the wall.” you looked up at him, tears still falling freely.
You didn't have to say anything else. Toji understood immediately. He placed a gentle kiss against your forehead before resting his forehead against yours for a brief moment. “I'm so glad you're okay,” he whispered, relief evident in his voice. “But you shouldn't have come. Now because of me I dragged you into this mess and—”
You placed a hand over his lips before he could finish. “No. It was my decision. I decided to come. I decided to track you down, and I'm glad I did.” your fingers slowly slipped from his face, though you never stepped away from him.
Toji let out a quiet sigh, the corner of his mouth lifting into the faintest smile. “You foolish girl.”
For the first time since entering this place, the knot that had settled inside your chest loosened ever so slightly.
Yuki and Suguru stood several feet away, watching the two of you. Neither spoke. Neither smiled. Their shoulders hung low, their expressions hollow after everything they had just witnessed. Only minutes earlier they had been forced to leave behind the people they loved, and now they found themselves watching someone else receive the reunion they had desperately hoped for themselves.
Toji was the first to notice. His smile slowly faded as he looked at them. “You guys are okay.”
Neither of them responded. Instead, Toji glanced behind them, expecting to see the others eventually catching up.
“Where is everyone else? Sukuna and his girl, Choso, Satoru?”
Yuki lowered her head.
Suguru let out a bitter laugh, though there wasn't any humor behind it. “Where do you think?” he looked away. “Either they're lost... dead... or whatever the fuck those things are.”
Toji's eyebrows slowly furrowed. “You guys saw them too?”
Yuki gave a small nod, her eyes still red from crying. “Satoru and Choso.” she swallowed. “Sukuna too but his girlfriend…”
Toji looked between the two of them. “His girlfriend?”
“She was fine.” Yuki hesitated before correcting herself. “Well... as fine as someone can be while holding hands with…”
“...Whatever Sukuna became,” Suguru quietly finished for her.
Toji's expression hardened. “You left her alone?”
You gently cupped his cheek, turning his attention back towards you. “She wouldn't come with us. She became defensive the moment we tried convincing her that wasn't really Sukuna. We don't know what those things are or if they're dangerous. She wasn't thinking clearly. It's better if we find a way out first... then come back with help.” you explained to him.
Toji remained silent before giving a reluctant nod. “...You're probably right.”
The corridor fell quiet. Only now did you have a chance to truly look around. The faded yellow wallpaper had disappeared entirely, replaced by cold concrete walls stained with moisture and lined with exposed electrical conduit. Thick pipes stretched beside rusted ventilation ducts that disappeared into the darkness beyond the fluorescent lights. Maintenance carts sat abandoned besides stacks of wooden pallets wrapped in yellowing plastic, while metal shelving overflowed with dusty electrical parts and forgotten tools. Every few feet, shallow puddles reflected the lights above, rippling each time another drop of water echoed from somewhere deeper within the corridor.
“I've never seen this part before,” Suguru admitted.
"I don’t even know how I ended up here.” Toji replied.
“So we're somewhere else?” you asked.
“I think so, I stopped trying to make sense of this place.” Toji shrugged. “...Where do we go now?”
Instinctively, you looked down at the compass still in your hand. The needle remained perfectly still, pointing at Toji, then it shuddered. The needle spun once and began rotating wildly in endless circles.
Your eyes widened in horror. “No…”
“What's wrong?” Toji asked.
You stared at the compass, unable to tear your eyes away. “It was working… It was working this whole time.”
The needle refused to settle. Round and round it spun, just as it had the moment you first crossed through the wall.
The lights flickered. Everyone instinctively looked up. Another light farther down buzzed violently before dimming, bathing the concrete hallway in an uneven glow. The puddles scattered across the floor rippled as another drop of water echoed from somewhere within the maze. Drip. Drip.
The compass continued spinning. The buzzing steadily grew louder.
“...Do the lights always do that?” Toji looked up at them.
“No…” Suguru’s voice had become noticeably quieter. “They only start acting like this when…”
Before he could finish, another section of lights blinked out farther down the maintenance corridor.
Yuki instinctively stepped closer to Suguru. “...I don't like this.”
Your stomach twisted into knots.
The compass still refused to settle.
A low groan echoed somewhere beyond the concrete walls. It was deep, almost mechanical, as though something were dragging itself through the service tunnels.
Everyone froze.
Toji's expression immediately changed. His shoulders stiffened.
“Crap.” he slowly looked towards the darkened end of the corridor. “I know that sound.”
His hand instinctively found yours, gently pulling you a step behind him.
“It's that thing again.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than another guttural growl rolled through the corridor, much closer than before. The fluorescent lights erupted into another violent fit of flickering. On. Off. On. Off.
At the far end of the hallway something moved. Not quickly but slow and deliberately. A long, twisted limb emerged from the darkness, planting itself on the concrete floor before another followed behind it.
The creature slowly stepped into the light. It towered over the corridor, its body impossibly thin and tangled together by vine-like limbs that bent at unnatural angles. There was no face you could recognize, no features that resembled anything human, only a shifting mass of flesh and elongated appendages that seemed to constantly rearrange themselves as it moved. Every step was accompanied by a deep, guttural growl that reverberated through the pipes overhead.
Toji's grip tightened around your hand. “Everyone run!”
No one needed to be told twice. The moment the words left Toji's mouth, the group bolted.
Your fingers tightened around his hand as he pulled you after him, his pace forcing everyone into a sprint. Suguru grabbed Yuki's wrist before she could fall behind, the four of you weaving through one maintenance corridor after another. Concrete walls rushed past in a blur while the lights flickered violently, plunging entire sections of the hallway into darkness before abruptly coming back to life.
Behind you, the creature let out another growl. It wasn't running. It didn't need to. Each impossibly long stride carried it farther than any human should have been able to move, its twisted limbs scraping against the concrete as they bent and unfolded with sickening cracks. Every time it entered another corridor, the lights there immediately erupted into a frenzy, buzzing so loudly they almost drowned out your own footsteps.
“Left!” Toji shouted.
Without hesitation everyone followed, darting into another passage lined with rusted electrical panels and thick utility pipes. Water splashed beneath your shoes as you cut through a shallow puddle stretching across the floor, the cold droplets soaking the bottoms of your pants. Somewhere overhead, an old ventilation fan screeched to life before suddenly grinding to a halt.
Another growl, closer, much close than before.
You instinctively looked over your shoulder.
“Don't look back!” Toji barked.
Immediately you snapped your head forward again, your heart hammering against your ribs.
The corridor suddenly opened into a large storage room. Rows of industrial shelving stood abandoned, each shelf overflowing with dusty crates, coils of electrical wire, rusted toolboxes and broken machinery. Wooden pallets leaned on the far wall while yellow caution barriers had toppled across the concrete floor, forcing everyone to weave around them without slowing down.
The lights above began exploding one by one.
Pop.
Glass shattered across the floor.
Pop.
Darkness swallowed half the room. The only light left came from the surviving fixtures farther ahead.
“It's gaining on us!” Suguru shouted.
“I know!” Toji answered without turning around.
He practically dragged you over a fallen pallet before pushing through a heavy steel maintenance door already hanging crooked from its hinges. The corridor beyond was narrower, lined with exposed pipes running floor to ceiling, steam occasionally hissing from loose valves. The air had grown noticeably warmer here, carrying the sharp metallic scent of rust mixed with damp concrete.
The growling echoed again. This time, right behind the door of the room you had just entered. The entire metal frame shuddered violently as something slammed into it from the other side.
BOOM.
Everyone froze.
Another impact.
BOOM.
The hinges groaned.
“Keep moving!” Toji yelled.
Everyone took off, not daring to wait and see whether the door would hold. Every turn looked identical—unfinished concrete, exposed conduit, humming breaker boxes and endless utility tunnels stretching into darkness. It no longer mattered where you were going. Only that you kept moving.
The four of you ran until your lungs burned.
Every corridor bled into another. Concrete walls gave way to narrow maintenance passages before opening into larger utility rooms filled with rusted shelving, abandoned generators. Thick pipes crisscrossed overhead, occasionally dripping cold water onto the floor below, while exposed electrical cables hung low enough that everyone instinctively ducked underneath them.
The creature never stopped following. Each time it entered another corridor, the lights ahead erupted into violent fits of flickering. Some burst entirely, showering the concrete floor with broken glass. Others dimmed until only a faint white glow remained before suddenly surging back to life. The growling echoed through every hallway, making it impossible to tell exactly how close it was anymore.
“This way!” Toji shouted, pulling you sharply around another corner.
You stumbled after him, barely managing to keep your footing as your shoes splashed through another puddle. Behind you, Suguru kept one arm firmly around Yuki's shoulders, practically dragging her forward whenever her exhausted legs threatened to give out.
“We can't keep running forever!” Suguru yelled between breaths.
“I know!”
“So what's the plan?!”
“I'll think of one when I have one!”
Another guttural roar thundered. The entire corridor shook. Loose dust rained from the ceiling. The lights blinked out. For one terrifying second, everything disappeared into darkness. When they returned… the creature had gotten closer. Its impossibly long limbs scraped against the concrete as it rounded the corner, twisting around support beams in ways no living thing should have been capable of. The tangled mass that made up its body seemed to stretch and contract with every step, the awful noises coming from somewhere deep inside it reverberating through the pipes overhead.
“Move!” Toji instructed.
The group burst through another steel doorway and found themselves inside what appeared to be an abandoned loading bay. Metal shelving lined the walls from floor to ceiling, filled with old electrical equipment, empty toolboxes and cracked storage bins. Pallets had collapsed into uneven piles across the floor while yellow caution tape hung from the ceiling in loose strips.
There was only one exit. Straight ahead.
Everyone sprinted towards it. Toji reached the door first. He grabbed the handle and pulled, but nothing happened.
His expression immediately changed. “No...”
He pulled harder. The door refused to budge.
“It's jammed!” he shouted.
Behind him, Suguru looked frantically around the room.
“There has to be another way!”
“There isn't!”
Yuki spun towards the opposite wall. Nothing. More concrete. No windows. No vents large enough to crawl through. No second exit.
The growling grew louder.
The lights began flickering so violently they barely stayed on for more than a heartbeat.
“Fuck!” Toji slammed his fist against the metal door before suddenly turning towards you. His eyes landed on the bag still hanging over your shoulder. “Please tell me you brought something useful.”
Your hands immediately shook as you dropped the bag onto the floor, desperately searching through its contents.
“My flashlight…”
“No.”
“The compass…”
“No!”
Your fingers continued digging.
“...A lighter.”
Toji's eyes widened.
“Give it to me.”
Without another word, he snatched the lighter before quickly pulling his shirt over his head. The muscles across his shoulders flexed as he twisted the fabric tightly around one arm, turning it into a crude torch.
“What are you doing?” you asked.
He didn't answer. Instead, he flicked the lighter. The flame caught immediately. Fire raced across the cotton. Heat filled the room. The creature hesitated. Its growling changed. It took a cautious step backwards.
“It doesn't like fire,” Toji muttered. A grin crossed his face despite the situation. “Good.”
He swung the burning shirt in a wide arc. The creature hissed, its twisted limbs recoiling away from the flames before slowly creeping forward again.
Toji planted himself between the monster and the rest of the group.
“Come on!”
He swung the torch again.
“You want somebody?!”
The creature let out another guttural roar.
“Come get me!”
“No!” you cried, grabbing his arm. “We're leaving together.”
He looked back at you, his expression softened. “Listen to me. I'm buying you time.”
“I'm not leaving you!”
“You don't have a choice.” he gently pried your fingers from his arm. “You already came all this way. I'm not letting it end here.”
The creature was getting closer to the group. The flames forced it to hesitate again.
“Go!” Toji shouted.
Yuki immediately wrapped both arms around your waist before you could run towards him.
“No!” you screamed, struggling against her grip. “Let me go!”
Suguru grabbed your other arm. “We have to move!”
“I don't care!” tears streamed uncontrollably down your face as you fought against both of them. “He's my boyfriend! He's the reason I came here! I'd rather die here with him than leave him behind!”
The creature lunged. Toji met it with another swing of the burning shirt. The flames brushed against one of its elongated limbs. It recoiled with a shrill hiss.
Then out of nowhere a voice echoed from somewhere beyond the concrete wall.
“Movement confirmed!”
Another followed immediately after.
“Target visual!”
All four of you turned, the monster included.
A section of the wall moved. It wasn't a door. It looked as though reality itself had folded open.
Three figures wearing bright yellow hazmat suits rushed through the opening carrying equipment unlike anything you'd ever seen. One immediately raised a metal canister attached to a hose while another positioned himself between the creature and the group.
“Get them inside!” one shouted.
The third pulled a lever mounted on the side of the device. A dense white mist erupted from the nozzle. The creature shrieked. It stumbled backwards, shielding itself from the cloud as the mist rapidly spread through the room.
“In here!” another worker yelled, waving everyone to the opening in the wall.
Toji didn't hesitate.
“Move!”
Suguru practically lifted Yuki through first before turning to help pull you forward.
You looked back one last time. The creature continued thrashing inside the growing cloud of white vapor while the hazmat team steadily advanced, forcing it farther away from the opening.
Toji grabbed your hand. “Ignore it!”
Together, the two of you crossed through the impossible doorway. The instant your feet landed on solid metal flooring, the sounds disappeared.
Bright white lights flooded your vision. Cold air rushed over your skin. The smell of damp concrete was replaced by disinfectant and machine oil.
Blinking against the sudden brightness, you slowly looked up.
Gone were the endless maintenance corridors. Instead, you found yourself standing inside a clean steel chamber surrounded by people in hazmat suits. Observation windows lined the walls above, where several scientists in white lab coats watched the group with quiet curiosity. Near the center of the room stood an elderly man in a navy-blue suit and thin-rimmed glasses, calmly studying each of you as though your arrival had been expected all along.
“Well…” his gaze swept across the exhausted group before settling on you. “What an unexpected surprise.”
You, Toji, Suguru and Yuki sat in cold steel chairs bolted to the floor, a narrow metal table separating you from the two scientists. Your wrists remained secured by thick metal restraints, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you that leaving wasn't an option. The room itself was almost empty, surrounded by bare concrete walls with only a single observation window made of dark tinted glass. It was impossible to tell whether anyone was standing on the other side watching.
The scientists didn’t speak.
Yuki stared blankly at the tabletop, her eyes swollen from crying. Suguru leaned back in his chair, exhausted, occasionally glancing to the observation window before lowering his gaze again. To your right, Toji sat with his arms folded across his chest as much as the restraints allowed, his jaw clenched tightly. Every now and then his knee bounced impatiently beneath the table while his eyes remained fixed on the two scientists sitting across from him.
The scientists, meanwhile, paid them little attention. One quietly organized several folders while the other adjusted a small tape recorder resting on the table. Neither seemed particularly interested in acknowledging the group until the recorder clicked to life.
“What's this about?” Toji finally asked, the irritation in his voice cutting through the silence. “You drag us in here, tie us to chairs and don't say a damn word.”
Neither scientist reacted. One continued flipping through a folder while the other scribbled something onto a sheet of paper.
Only after several more seconds did the older of the two finally look up.
“State your names.”
Toji let out a dry laugh. “First name Fuck. Last name You.”
Silence settled over the room. You nervously shifted in your chair, feeling anxious at the tension in the room.
The scientist merely sighed through his nose before placing his pen neatly on top of the folder.
“Mr. Zenin…” his tone remained perfectly even. “We understand you've had an exceptionally difficult day. I assure you this process will move much faster if everyone cooperates.”
His eyes calmly swept across the group. “So… your names?”
You spoke first, your voice came out soft as you gave them your name, not giving Toji the opportunity to press this further. One by one, the others followed.
“Yuki Tsukumo.”
“Suguru Geto.”
Toji remained silent for another few seconds before finally clicking his tongue. “...Toji Zenin.”
The scientist nodded before writing each name down with neat, practiced handwriting.
Without looking up, the younger scientist asked the next question. “Tell us why have you entered this place.”
“We got lost.” Suguru confessed.
The scientist looked up. “Explain.”
Suguru glanced briefly at Toji before continuing. “Toji messaged us saying he'd found something strange while exploring an abandoned underground mall. We went after him.”
The scientist slowly turned another page inside the folder.
“Mr. Zenin… How did you discover the location?”
Toji looked away. “I'm not telling you a damn thing.”
You let out a tired sigh. “...Toji...”
He turned towards you. Your expression was exhausted more than anything else.
“Please. We're already here.”
His shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. After a long silence, he finally answered.
“...I was exploring an abandoned mall. I found a weird light coming from one of the walls. I got curious.” his jaw tightened. “So I touched it.”
The scientist gave a small nod, as though the answer confirmed something he already suspected. Without a word, he reached into the folder and pulled out a folded map. He slid it across the table to Toji. A large red circle had been drawn around the abandoned underground mall.
“Is this the location?”
Toji looked down. “Yeah.”
The scientist made another note before asking without a hint of emotion. “And how did you learn about this location, Mr. Zenin?”
For the first time since entering the room, Toji actually looked slightly embarrassed.
“...I read about it online.”
The scientist finished writing before quietly closing the folder in front of him. Neither he nor his colleague exchanged a word. Instead, the younger scientist reached beneath the table and retrieved another file, noticeably thicker than the first. He carefully opened it, removing several photographs from inside before arranging them side by side across the metal table.
“We're going to show you a series of images,” he said matter-of-factly. “I'd like you to tell us whether you recognize any of the individuals.”
He slid the photographs at the group.
The first showed Sukuna and his girl.
She was walking calmly through one of the endless hallways, her fingers holding the grotesque imitation wearing Sukuna's appearance. Even frozen in a photograph, the thing looked wrong. Two faces. Two sets of eyes. Four arms hanging unnaturally at its sides while she smiled besides it as though nothing were out of the ordinary.
The second photograph showed Satoru.
He stood alone in an empty room, staring directly at the camera. His six eyes reflected the light differently from one another, giving the unsettling impression that each pair was focused on something entirely different.
The last photograph made Yuki's breathing hitch.
Choso remained crouched against the wall exactly where you'd left him, his head lowered to the floor while the dark seam running across his face continued leaking thick black fluid onto the stained carpet below.
Everyone silently processed what they were seeing.
“Yes,” Suguru finally answered. The rest of you silently nodded.
The scientist observed each of your reactions before asking his next question. “These individuals were traveling with you?”
Another nod followed.
Yuki couldn't take her eyes off Choso's photograph. “What's wrong with them..?”
The scientist leaned back in his chair, folding his hands together. “They are not your friends.”
The words hung heavily in the room.
“They're classified as Still Lifes.”
You frowned. “...Still Lifes?”
He nodded. “Autonomous entities native to this enviroment. Their behavior varies, but one characteristic remains consistent.”
He gently tapped the photograph of Satoru with a finger. “They imitate life.”
His finger shifted to Choso. “The process is imperfect.”
Finally, he rested it on Sukuna. “The result is what you encountered.”
“They're... copies?” Suguru asked quietly.
“In the simplest terms.” the scientist spoke without emotion, as though explaining the weather. “They're not human. They're not your friends. They simply resemble them.”
Yuki shook her head. “No…” her eyes remained fixed on Choso. “That was Choso. I know it was.”
The scientist didn't argue. Instead, he corrected her, “It looked like Choso. There is a difference.”
Yuki's voice trembled. “...Is he still alive?”
The scientist picked up his coffee, taking a slow sip before answering. “Unknown.”
She stared at him. “What does that mean?”
“It means exactly what I said.” he returned the cup to its coaster. “We don't know. He may still be inside there. He may have escaped. He may be deceased.”
Yuki lowered her head, blinking rapidly as fresh tears gathered in her eyes.
The scientist watched her quietly before continuing in the same measured tone. “I'm not attempting to frighten you. I'm answering your questions with the information currently available.”
His voice never changed, never softened. Facts were all he offered, and somehow that made the uncertainty even harder to bear.
One of the scientists quietly slid the photographs back into the folder before closing it with practiced precision.
“What's going to happen to us now?” Suguru asked them.
The two scientists exchanged a brief glance. The older one leaned back slightly in his chair before folding his hands together atop the table.
“That depends.”
“On what?” Toji asked sharply.
“On the decisions made in this room.”
Toji frowned. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
The scientist ignored the hostility in his voice.
“As you can probably imagine, the information you've been exposed to is not public knowledge.” he spoke as though reciting from memory. “The existence of this place, its entrances, the entities residing within it, and our ongoing operations are all classified at the highest level. Very few leave that place alive, and even fewer return having witnessed what you have.”
You swallowed. “So what happens to people who make it back?”
The scientist didn't answer immediately. Instead, he opened another folder resting near him. Inside were dozens of photographs. Some showed empty yellow corridors. Others depicted twisted creatures you'd never seen before. Several contained groups of people wearing the same yellow hazmat suits that had rescued you. One photograph briefly caught your attention. A family standing besides a suburban home.
The scientist turned the page before you could look any closer.
“When an individual becomes aware of classified information, protocol requires that appropriate measures be taken to preserve operational security.”
Toji scoffed. “You're talking in circles.”
“I am.” the scientist admitted it without shame. “Fortunately, specificity is unnecessary.”
Everyone went quiet.
Suguru asked the question everyone had been avoiding.
“Do we get to go home?”
Neither scientist answered, not immediately. The younger scientist simply closed the folder and neatly aligned it with the others before looking up.
“There is a path forward.”
Toji narrowed his eyes. “What kind of path?”
“You'll each be offered employment.”
The words caught everyone off guard.
“Employment?” Yuki repeated quietly.
The older scientist nodded once. “Your experience inside the rooms makes you uniquely qualified for work conducted by this facility. You've demonstrated adaptability under extreme psychological stress. You survived prolonged exposure. You successfully navigated multiple environmental shifts. You maintained coherent decision-making.”
He listed each observation as though reading statistics from a report.
“Those qualities are... uncommon.”
Toji let out a dry laugh. “So that's it? You expect us to clock in Monday morning?”
Neither scientist smiled.
“You misunderstand.” the older scientist folded his hands once more. “This is not a recruitment campaign. It is an opportunity.”
His expression never changed.
“If you accept, you'll receive clearance, training, housing if necessary, and access to ongoing expeditions.” he slid the photographs back toward the center of the table. “You'll also gain access to every report, recording, and recovery operation related to the this experiment.”
Your eyes immediately landed on Sukuna's photograph. “Including missing people..?”
The scientist followed your gaze.
“Including them.”
He tapped the picture of Sukuna.
“We're already searching for them.”
His finger moved to Choso.
“If he's alive, we'll know.”
Then Satoru.
“And if your friend still exists in any meaningful capacity…”
He closed the folder.
“Our personnel are the ones most likely to find him.”
Hope flickered painfully inside your chest.
“And if we don't accept?” you asked quietly.
The room became completely still. The older scientist simply held your gaze for several seconds before speaking in the same calm, measured tone he'd used throughout the interview.
“Miss…” he addressed you by your last name. “You've now been exposed to information that cannot leave this facility. I'm confident you're intelligent enough to understand what that means.”
The implication settled over the room like a weight pressing against everyone's chest.
Toji slowly leaned back in his chair. “So we were never really being questioned.”
The scientist tilted his head slightly. “You were. Your answers simply aren't the only thing being evaluated.”
Both scientists stood from their chairs in unison. The younger one gathered the folders while the older scientist calmly buttoned his suit jacket, taking one last look at the four of you.
“I understand this isn't the future any of you envisioned. Unfortunately, reality rarely asks for our permission.” he stepped towards the door before pausing, his hand resting on the handle. “We'll give you one hour.”
The room remained silent. For the first time since the interrogation began, the older scientist allowed the faintest trace of amusement to creep into his expression. It wasn't warm. It wasn't reassuring. It was the tired smile of someone who had watched this exact conversation play out countless times before.
“Think it over. Discuss it. Weigh the pros and cons if it makes you feel better,” he said with a small shrug. “Just don't spend too much time debating a decision that's already been made. I'd hate for you to waste your hour.”
With that, he opened the door. The two scientists disappeared into the corridor beyond before the heavy steel door swung shut behind them.
Your eyes drifted to the observation window. The black glass reflected the four of you back instead. Exhausted. Bruised. Alive. The irony wasn't lost on you. Hours ago, the only thing any of you had wanted was to escape that place, and you did. Yet somehow… it didn't feel like you'd escaped anything at all.
Dividers by: @\somebitchprobably-graphicdump
Note: It's been a while, but I think you asked me to tag you if I ever made a part 2. @nyxisnotok
I'm rewriting that one blue-collar Sukuna fanfic I did, hopefully this time Tumblr lets me upload it. If not I'll have my third crashout with this fic and will divide it into maybe 3 or 5 parts, idk yet because the way I originally structured this was for a loooong oneshot.
Started writing chapter 9 but deleted like 2k words from it because I didn't like what I originally had planned for Suguru, so now I have to redo everything
Also, I'm thinking of making an emperor Sukuna x reader oneshot (IF IT'S NOT TOO LONG THIS TIME AND TUMBLR ALLOWS ME TO POST IT WITHOUT DIVIDING IT), buuuut idk if he should be a Roman emperor or keep him Japanese
HELLO YAY NEW CHAPTER I’m so excited to read it but I just had to say that even tho I’m not christian I think the way u write the spiritual aspects of the story is very beautiful 🙂↕️
Awww thank you!! Researching all the religious and cultural aspects has taken forever, but it's been such a fun learning experience. I'm really glad it comes through in the writing!
Vampire-Cowboy!Sukuna x preacher's daughter reader
Synopsis: In a town built on faith, the arrival of three strangers brings whispers of blood, disappearance, and something far worse lurking beneath the surface. Drawn to a man she cannot understand, the preacher’s daughter finds herself caught between light and darkness, until the truth reveals itself, and everything begins to fall apart.
Cw: Vampire-Wild West Au, gothic horror, religious themes, fem reader, emotional distress, angst, survival horror, faith crisis, lots of action in this chapter
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Chapter 8: The Valley of Shadows
The church doors slammed shut with a deafening thud. Junpei hurried to the front and slid the heavy iron lock into place, sealing everyone inside.
Naoya still held you by the wrist, guiding you farther into the church; you followed only because your legs moved on their own. Everything else had become distant. The screams. The prayers. The frantic voices echoing. Your mind barely registered it, all you could see was Sukuna. His face burned into your mind. Every memory you had shared with him crashed together at once. The quiet walks home beneath the stars. The conversations outside the saloon. The dance at the festival. The way he shielded you from Naoya. The reassuring presence you had slowly learned to trust. It had all been a lie.
Your breathing became shallow; each inhale caught painfully inside your chest. Tears blurred your vision. The betrayal stung far more than the fear ever could. The man you had slowly begun opening your heart to was the same man responsible for all the misfortune that had happened recently.
Around, the sanctuary dissolved into complete disorder. Children cried openly while their mothers gathered them into trembling embraces. Men instinctively stepped in front of their families. Elderly couples clung desperately to one another, whispering frantic prayers. Everywhere you looked, faces searched desperately for something that did not exist anymore. Safety.
Naoya continued pushing through the crowd until he reached the rear of the church where Suguru, Kenai and Elsu had already begun gathering everyone they could. Father Clarke, Satoru and the deacons struggled to restore some semblance of order, though every attempt seemed swallowed by the congregation's terror.
“Sit down!” Satoru barked, pushing a man to sit down back on the pew.
The man barely heard him. The congregation had become a storm of voices.
“THEY’RE DEVILS!”
“WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!”
“I sold that bastard outside a rifle.”
“GOD HAS ABANDONED US!”
“MY CHILDREN!”
“WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!”
The cries crashed into one another until they became impossible to distinguish. Fear spread from one pew to the next like a sickness, stealing every ounce of reason from the congregation. Some demanded answers. A few simply stared at the front doors, unable to reconcile the smiling men they had shared drinks with. It sounded like the world was about to collapse.
Father Clarke watched it all unfold, his weathered face turning pale.
“ENOUGH!” his voice thundered through the church.
The force of it startled even him. His frail body staggered backwards as the shout erupted from his lungs, one trembling hand instinctively reaching for the nearest pew to steady himself. Junpei immediately rushed to the side, slipping an arm beneath the elderly priest before he could lose his footing completely.
Silence filled the church, though not completely. Children still whimpered. Someone quietly sobbed near the back, but at least the shouting had stopped.
Father Clarke composed himself. Junpei helped him back to the altar, where the old priest rested both hands upon the communion table. His fingers tightened against the worn wood.
Clarke closed his eyes; his voice was barely above a whisper. “Lord, please guide my tongue.”
The priest drew in one slow breath before lifting his eyes to the frightened congregation.
“Brothers and sisters… I know. I know what you've witnessed. I know your hearts are filled with fear.”
His tired eyes wandered across.
“I stood with many of you this morning as we laid Riko to rest. I prayed over her grave. I watched her grandparents weep.” he paused, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. “Do not think for one moment that because I wear this collar …I am somehow spared from grief. I am not above your suffering.”
Father Clarke continued.
“We ask ourselves why. Why would the Lord allow such evil to enter our home? Why would He allow innocent blood to be spilled? Why would He permit darkness to walk among us unnoticed? I have asked Him those same questions. But Scripture never promises us a world without suffering. It promises that we will never suffer alone.”
He opened a Bible, though he barely looked at the page.
“Psmal 23:4 says: Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
He looked back up from the Bible.
“Notice how it does not say if I walk through the valley. It says though I walk through it. Because every soul that has ever lived must.
His voice remained gentle, a sweat dripped down from his forehead. “We did not choose to enter it, but we will not walk through it alone. We are walking through that valley tonight, and I will not insult your hearts by asking you not to be afraid. Fear is not weakness. Fear is the price we pay for loving one another. If we did not love… we would not grieve. If we did not love… we would not tremble at the thought of losing those still besides us.”
Several people looked up.
“Fear itself is not a sin; even our Lord knew fear. In the Garden of Gethsemane, Christ prayed with such anguish that His sweat became like drops of blood. If the Son of God Himself trembled before suffering then we should not be ashamed that our own hearts tremble tonight.”
His eyes wandered to the families huddled together.
“What matters is what fear asks us to become. Fear can make us cruel. It can make us suspicious. It can convince us that hatred is stronger than love. It whispers… save yourself. But Christ teaches us something entirely different. He tells us do not let your hearts be troubled. Not because there is nothing to fear, but because God is already present within that fear.”
The sanctuary remained silent for only a moment, until a soft voice broke through the stillness.
“Father… what if they come back? How do we know who's human anymore? Are we safe in here?”
The questions came all at once, each feeding the next until the fragile calm Father Clarke had managed to restore began slipping through his fingers.
“Father… what if they're still out there?”
The fragile stillness shattered.
“What if they come back?”
“How do we know there aren't more of them?”
“I invited one of them into my home…”
“My God…” a man whispered, burying his face in his hands. “I broke bread with that creature.”
“They've been living among us this whole time!”
A mother pulled her children closer against her chest, tears streaming freely down her face. “Please… somebody tell me my babies are going to be alright.”
“I don't want to die!”
“They're demons!”
“No…” another man quickly interrupted, his own voice shaking. “Satan himself sent them!”
“They'll come back for the rest of us!”
The words collided with frantic murmurs until neither could be distinguished from the other. Every voice seemed to feed the next, spreading through the sanctuary faster than reason ever could. Some stood from the pews despite the sheriff's orders. Others fell to their knees. A few openly confessed sins they had buried for years, convinced Judgment Day had finally reached Whiskey Falls.
Father Clarke raised both hands. “My children, please—”
“They burned Riko!”
“They didn’t burn her idiot; she got murdered.”
“They murdered her!”
“Who's next?!”
“We should leave!”
“No! It's safer here!”
“How do you know that?!”
“They're going to kill us all!”
“They won't!” Father Clarke's voice rose above the growing chaos, though it lacked the thunder of his earlier shout. This time it carried something gentler—almost pleading. “Listen to me.”
But through the chaos nobody heard him.
“We can't just sit here!”
“We'll die if we go outside!”
“We'll die if we stay!”
Someone dropped to their knees.
“The Book of Revelation… The Book of Revelation... The Book of Revelation…” an elderly man whispered repeatedly
Others quickly followed. One by one, they fell to their knees. Some crossed themselves over and over.
Father Clarke raised both hands. “My children, please hear me. Please!”
Still nobody listened.
Satoru watched the congregation unravel before his eyes. His jaw tightened. He looked at Suguru, who gave a small confirming nod.
Satoru drew the revolver from his holster. The metallic click echoed surprisingly loud in the chaos. A few heads turned, most didn't. He raised the barrel to the wooden floor and a loud BANG! tore throughout the sanctuary.
Dust drifted from the rafters. The sharp crack echoed off the stained-glass windows before fading into silence. Children screamed. Several townsfolk instinctively ducked behind the pews while others froze where they stood, staring wide-eyed at the sheriff. Smoke lazily curled from the barrel of Satoru's revolver as he lowered it back to his side, a fresh bullet hole splintering the old wooden floorboards at his feet.
Satoru’s blue eyes slowly swept across the congregation, his voice was calm. “Are you all finished?”
The priest turned towards the sheriff. Disappointment crossed the old man’s face. His eyes lingered on the revolver before meeting Satoru's.
“...Sheriff.”
Satoru looked at the floor. “I know.”
Clarke glanced around the sanctuary, at the frightened families pressed together, at the children still crying in their parent’s arms, then turned back to Satoru.
“This is still the House of the Lord, and they're still His people. See that your weapon protects them.”
“It will.” Satoru answered.
You remained near Elsu, your thoughts refusing to leave Sukuna. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw him standing beneath the moonlight. His face. His voice. The smile he had given you only minutes earlier. Your chest tightened.
“...Miss? You alright?”
Elsu's voice gently pulled you back. You looked up and nodded automatically.
“...Yeah.” The lie came easily.
Elsu remained silent, though the slight furrow between his brows betrayed that he hadn't believed a word of it. He looked as though he wanted to say something else, but thought better of it.
Before he could speak, you caught yourself wrinkling your nose.
“...Do you smell that?”
He frowned. “What?”
You breathed in again. At first it was almost impossible to notice beneath the lingering scent of incense, candle wax and old timber; but there it was, a faint sharp smell.
You looked around the sanctuary. Nobody else seemed to notice. Perhaps you were imagining it. After everything that had happened tonight, your mind hardly knew what was real anymore.
You took another breath. It was stronger this time.
“...Elsu.”
The man lifted his head. “What is it?”
“Do you smell that?”
Elsu inhaled slowly. “You're right, it smells odd…”
His head turned towards the glass windows lining the side of the church. Something about the light felt… wrong. The moonlight that had poured through them all evening had taken on a strange amber glow. It flickered softly against the wooden floor. Not steady like moonlight.
Your eyes slowly followed the reflection upwards. Orange light danced across the rafters.
You and Elsu exchanged a glance. Almost instinctively, the two of you began walking to the nearest stained-glass window. Elsu rested one hand against the wooden frame and carefully leaned forward, shielding his eyes as he tried to look outside.
His expression changed immediately.
“Fire…” his voice was low, then a little bit firmer. “There’s a fire outside!” The words spread through the sanctuary faster than any scream ever could.
“What?”
“Fire!?”
Several townsfolk hurried to the windows, pressing themselves against one another to catch a glimpse outside. Through the glass, tongues of orange flame licked greedily across the rear wall of the church, climbing higher with every passing second. The dry timber crackled beneath the growing heat as sparks drifted into the night.
The sanctuary blew up into mayhem for the hundredth time tonight.
"THE CHURCH'S ON FIRE!"
The fragile calm Father Clarke had fought so desperately to restore vanished completely. People shoved past one another, mothers scooping children into their arms while fathers grabbed them by the shoulders, desperately searching for a way out. Panicked cries echoed beneath the wooden rafters as the congregation surged towards the front doors.
“Open them!” someone screamed.
Junpei reached the entrance first. He threw his shoulder against the heavy doors, grabbing the iron handle and pulled with strength, but the doors didn't budge. His face drained of color.
“...They're locked.”
“What?!”
“They won't open!”
Terror spread through the congregation faster than the flames outside.
Men rushed to help Junpei, throwing themselves against the doors one after another. The old wood shuddered to the impact, but whatever held them shut refused to give.
“They've barred us in!”
“We're trapped!”
“No…” A woman collapsed to her knees, clutching the crucifix around her neck. “No... No…”
The smell of smoke grew heavier. Heat began creeping through the walls. Above them, the old wooden beams answered with a long, groaning creak. Everyone instinctively looked up. Tiny embers drifted from the ceiling. One landed on the aisle between the pews then another and another.
Suguru's head snapped to the stained-glass windows. “The windows!” Without waiting for permission, he grabbed a small candle holder. “Get back!” with a roar, he hurled it straight into the stained glass. Colored shards exploded outwards into the night. Cold air rushed into the sanctuary.
“So much for church etiquette,” Satoru muttered before immediately turning back. “Everyone, listen up! Children first! Then the elderly! Don't push! Help the person next to you!” he shouted.
Kenai immediately stepped forward. “You heard the sheriff! Move!”
The congregation surged towards the shattered window. What had moments ago been a place of worship had become a desperate bottleneck. Everyone fought against the same instinct—to get outside.
“One at a time!” Kenai commanded. “You'll kill each other before the fire does!”
Few listened. The smoke thickened with alarming speed, rolling across the ceiling before slowly sinking lower into the sanctuary. Every breath became harsher than the last, burning your throat until it felt as though you had swallowed hot ash.
Another loud crack echoed overhead. This time everyone heard it. The old wooden rafters groaned with the growing weight of the flames. Pieces of burning debris rained onto the pews below. A child screamed.
“Suguru!” Satoru shouted. “Help the children!”
Already moving, Suguru scooped up a scared little girl who had frozen besides the aisle. “I've got you,” he reassured her, lifting her into his arms before passing her through the broken stained-glass window into waiting hands outside.
Father Clarke and Junpei rushed to an elderly couple struggling to stand. “Easy now…” Father Clarke said, his voice remarkably calm despite the inferno surrounding them. “The Lord has carried you this far. Allow us to carry you the rest.”
Junpei slipped an arm beneath the old man's shoulder while Clarke supported his wife, guiding them carefully to the broken window.
Elsu turned towards you. “Come on.”
You hesitated. “My father—”
“I'll find him,” Elsu interrupted firmly. “But right now I'm getting you out.” he gently took hold of your arm, guiding you through the choking smoke. Around you, coughing echoed throughout the sanctuary. The heat became almost unbearable. Sweat rolled down your forehead. Your lungs begged for clean air.
Suddenly a loud CRAAACK! The sound split through the church. Everyone instinctively looked up. One of the massive roof beams had begun to splinter. Tiny embers drifted from the widening crack before flames burst through the ceiling itself, crawling hungrily across the exposed timber.
“THE ROOF!” someone screamed.
“MOVE!”
“EVERYBODY MOVE!”
The beam gave way. It crashed into the center aisle with a deafening explosion, splintering the pews into hundreds of jagged pieces. Burning embers scattered across the sanctuary, forcing the congregation farther to the windows as the fire rapidly consumed everything it touched.
The church bell started ringing. Its deep, mournful toll rolled across Whiskey Falls. No one had touched the rope. The tower itself had begun to burn. The bell sounded less like a call to worship ...and more like a funeral.
“Keep moving!” Satoru shouted, coughing as smoke filled his lungs. “Don't stop!”
One after another, townsfolk climbed through the shattered windows. Fathers climbed out before immediately turning back to catch their children. Mothers passed infants through the broken opening into waiting arms before hauling themselves after them. The elderly struggled the most, their trembling hands slipping against the splintered window frame until Junpei and the deacons hurried to lift them through.
You reached a broken window just as Elsu stepped aside.
“Go.” he placed a steady hand beneath your arm, helping you climb over the jagged edge. Tiny pieces of colored glass caught on your dress, tearing the fabric as you dropped onto the grass outside.
The cool night air struck your face. You greedily filled in your lungs with fresh air.
Around you, the churchyard had descended into complete disorder. Families stumbled away from the building, coughing violently as black smoke poured outisde. Some collapsed onto the grass while others desperately searched the growing crowd, calling out the names of husbands, wives and children they had become separated from.
“My son!”
“Over here!”
“Has anyone seen Maria?!”
“This way!”
The back of the church was completely engulfed in flames. Fire climbed hungrily along the weathered timber, devouring decades of history in only a matter of minutes. One support beam after another surrendered beneath the relentless heat until the bell tower itself began to lean.
The commotion drew the rest of the town from their homes. Men and women who had not attended the meeting hurried to the church in confusion, lanterns still clutched in their hands, coats thrown hastily over their shoulders. They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight before them.
“Oh my…”
“The church!”
Without another thought, several of the men broke into a run towards the town’s well.
“Buckets!” one of them shouted.
“Form a line!”
Within seconds they had organized themselves. Buckets were lowered into the well, hauled back up dripping with water before being passed from one pair of hands to the next in a desperate chain stretching all the way to the burning building. Water splashed uselessly against the blazing walls, hissing loudly as it evaporated almost instantly with the overwhelming heat.
“It isn't enough!”
“Keep throwing! We can't let it spread!”
Others hurried to the nearby shops, pulling wagons away before the fire could jump from rooftop to rooftop. Shopkeepers threw open their doors, carrying out barrels, sacks and anything else they could salvage before it was too late.
Several women gathered the scared and injured people together, shielding them from the fire while whispering reassuring words and tending to them.
The entire town moved at once. Some fought the flames. Others searched for loved ones. Others simply stood frozen, unable to comprehend that the church they had attended every Sunday was now burning before their very eyes.
Inside the burning church, the remaining townsfolk stumbled to the shattered windows through choking clouds of smoke. Visibility had become almost nonexistent.
“Easy! Easy!” Suguru shouted, helping someone before reaching back inside for the next person. “One at a time!”
Father Clarke refused to leave. Instead, he moved through the sanctuary alongside the deacons, stopping to help those who were still left behind or too weak to escape on their own. One hand rested on a young boy's shoulder while the other supported an elderly rancher whose legs threatened to give out.
“Steady now…” the old priest coughed. “The Lord hasn't carried us this far to abandon us now.”
Kenai remained at the rear of the sanctuary. “Check every pew! Nobody gets left inside!”
Naobito shoved his way through the growing crowd, uncaring who he bumped into. “Move!” he barked, forcing terrified townsfolk aside with both hands. “Out of the damn way!”
“Mayor!” someone protested as they stumbled backwards.
“I said move!”
He barely spared the burning church another glance. His eyes remained fixed on the dark tree line beyond the churchyard.
From within the inferno Satoru yelled. “EVERYONE GET OUT NOW! THIS PLACE IS ABOUT TO COLLAPSE!”
The last remaining people surged to the broken windows. Junpei climbed through first before immediately turning back, extending both arms.
“Father!”
Clarke grasped his forearm, climbing over the shattered frame with Junpei's help before stumbling onto the grass, coughing violently as smoke escaped his lungs.
“Satoru!” Kenai shouted.
“I'm coming!” The sheriff gave the sanctuary one final sweep, it was empty. Satisfied no one remained inside, he sprinted to the nearest window and threw himself through it.
The instant his boots struck the ground CRAAACK! The roof finally gave way. A loud roar shook the earth as the burning ceiling collapsed into the sanctuary, sending a wave of sparks and ash billowing into the night. The broken windows disappeared beneath falling timber, sealing the church forever.
Your eyes frantically searched through the sea of smoke and worried faces. Between the shouting, the coughing and the chaos, every familiar face blurred together. Father Clarke stood besides Elsu and Kenai. The deacons surrounded them. Satoru continued giving orders. Suguru and Junpei helped people nearby.
“Father!” you ran over to him for a hug.
He hugged you back tightly. “Daughter! I was worried about you.”
You looked at him and nodded. “I’m okay… I’m okay…”
A deafening crack split the night. The tower shifted again. You and Father Clarke watched as the church bell rang one final time. A deep haunting toll before tumbling down into the fire.
For a long moment he simply stood there, watching the church burn. His church. The place where he had baptized children. Blessed marriages. Buried the dead. Preached every Sunday. All of it reduced to ash before his eyes.
Junpei gently rested a hand on his shoulder. “...Father.”
The old priest slowly made the sign of the cross. “May the Lord receive this house ...for it has faithfully sheltered His children.” he whispered.
Silence settled over the churchyard. No one spoke, they simply watched as the church slowly turned into ashes. The sanctuary that had stood over Whiskey Falls for generations collapsed before their eyes, sending a cloud of glowing embers spiraling into the night sky. The fire reflected in every pair of eyes.
Nearby, Kenai looked over at the crowd. “Is everyone alright?”
A few townsfolk nodded weakly. Others remained too shaken to answer. Some openly wept while a handful clutched cuts from the shattered glass windows, their wounds bleeding but thankfully not life-threatening.
Naobito watched the burning church for a second before suddenly turning away. “...I'm getting the hell out of here.” Without waiting for anyone to answer, he hurried to the hitching post where the horses had been tied to.
“Uncle!” Maki frowned, grabbing at his sleeve. “What are you doing?”
Naobito pulled free and broke into a run. He never made it more than a few steps. The sound of galloping hooves erupted from within the dark forest. Three horses burst through the smoke like phantoms, charging straight into the churchyard. The sudden appearance sent everyone into another frenzy. People screamed and scattered in every direction while others threw themselves aside to avoid being trampled.
“Move!”
“Horses!”
“They're back!”
The crowd swallowed you whole. You were shoved sideways, separated from your father almost instantly.
Before Naobito could reach the edge of the churchyard, Choso caught him. “You aren't going anywhere, old man.”
Still mounted, Choso leaned down, seized the mayor by the back of his collar and yanked him from the ground. Naobito choked as his feet kicked through the air before Choso threw him on the back of his horse.
“Choso, what is this?! I demand you release me at once!” Naobito shouted, struggling against the vampire.
People continued running in every direction, making it impossible to see through the smoke, the dust and the commotion.
“Father!” you cried again, desperately searching for him.
Suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist.
“This way,” Maki whispered urgently, pulling you behind a nearby wagon.
The moment both of you ducked behind it gunshots exploded throughout the churchyard. BANG! BANG! BANG! Bullets tore through the smoke as Satoru, Suguru and several others opened fire to the vampires.
The horses reared, wood splintered, many screamed, then the heavy snort of another horse came from directly behind. Both you and Maki turned. Sukuna was there mounted atop a massive black Shire, he had somehow circled behind the wagon unnoticed.
Before either of you could react, he reached down and grabbed your forearm. “Wait—!” With one powerful pull he lifted you clean off the ground and onto the saddle in front of him.
Maki lunged after you. “LET HER GO!” she caught your wrist for only a second before Sukuna jerked the reins sharply. The horse reared before bolting forward, forcing her to let go.
“Sorry, but you'll allow us safe passage.” Sukuna's voice came low.
“Let me go!” you twisted violently in his grasp, striking his chest with both hands.
He caught your wrist with one hand and effortlessly shoved it aside. “None of that.”
The Shire advanced, quickly catching up to Choso. Behind them, Toji wheeled his own horse around and followed.
From the churchyard, Suguru watched you disappear. Something inside him finally snapped. Without thinking, he sprinted to the nearest horse, tore the reins free and vaulted onto its back. He didn't wait. He didn't ask. He simply kicked his heels into the horse's sides and charged after the vampires, revolver still clenched tightly in his hand.
“SUGURU! WAIT!” Satoru shouted.
Suguru never looked back.
“Dammit.” Satoru lowered his revolver before turning back Kenai, Elsu and Father Clarke. “Get whatever you need. We meet back here in ten minutes.” he glanced at the direction where Suguru and the vampires had disappeared. “We're bringing them home.”
Everyone nodded before immediately scattering. Kenai, Elsu and Father Clarke headed to Clarke's house to gather whatever supplies they could carry, while Satoru sprinted to the sheriff's station.
The station was eerily quiet. He threw the front doors open and immediately began emptying drawers and cabinets into an old saddlebag. Boxes of ammunition. A hunting knife. His compass. A folded map of the surrounding territory. His canteen. A handful of canned food. There was no telling how long this pursuit would last, and if the vampires managed to lose them in the mountains, every supply would matter.
The floorboards creaked. Yuta stepped inside, Maki close to his side, both still covered in soot and ash from the church fire.
“Stay here,” Satoru told Maki without looking up. “You'll be safer.”
Yuta watched him continue packing before quietly asking, “Should I come with you?”
Satoru stopped before shaking his head. “No.” he opened the desk drawer and pulled out three sharpened stakes wrapped in cloth. “You'll stay behind and protect Whiskey Falls while Suguru and I are gone.”
He handed one stake to Yuta, another to Maki. “Keep these with you. If they come back…” his expression hardened. “...don't hesitate.” he closed the drawer before pointing at Suguru's desk. “There's four more inside. They've already been blessed. Give one to Utahime and Shoko. Keep the others close.”
Yuta tightened his grip around the stake and nodded.
“I don't know how long we'll be gone… but we'll come back.”
Satoru gave Maki and Yuta one final look before turning and walking back outside. The town had grown quieter, not peaceful, but exhausted. The worst of the panic had passed, replaced by more grief. Smoke still drifted through Whiskey Falls while the remains of the church continued smoldering in the distance. A handful of townsfolk silently helped one another clear away fallen timber while others searched through the ashes for anything worth salvaging.
Satoru exhaled through his nose before making his way to the stables. At this hour there weren't any stablehands left. He'd have to saddle his own horse.
He stepped inside and approached the familiar perlino Andalusian mare waiting quietly in her stall. Her coat gleamed a soft pearly cream beneath the lantern light while her silver-blonde mane rested neatly along her neck. Light blue eyes turned at him as though she already understood something was wrong.
“Come on, girl.” he gently rubbed her muzzle before slipping the reins over her head. “It's finally time for some action.”
Minutes later he emerged from the stable leading her outside. Kenai, Elsu and Father Clarke were already waiting near the edge of town, each mounted and carrying their own travel packs. Kenai and Elsu had bows slung across their backs, quivers hanging from their saddles. Father Clarke wore a small revolver at his waist, looking strangely out of place with his priestly robes.
Satoru swung himself into the saddle. “Everyone ready?”
Kenai nodded once. “As ready as we'll ever be.”
Satoru looked to the dark horizon stretching endlessly before them.
“Let's go after them.”
Kenai urged his horse forward first, Elsu following close behind. Father Clarke and Satoru fell in last.
They had barely left the edge of town when another voice called out.
“Satoru!”
They turned. Naoya rode to them atop his own horse, a shotgun strapped securely across his back.
“Wait. I'm coming with you.”
Satoru looked at him with concern. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You understand there's a real chance you won't come back.”
Naoya's jaw clenched. “I don't care. Those bastards—they took my father. Insulted our family before everyone. I’m coming with you, whether you like it or not.”
Satoru studied him. He still wasn't convinced, but there wasn't time to argue.
“...Suit yourself.”
Without wasting another second, the riders urged their horses onward. The sound of hooves echoed through the valley as the inferno behind them grew smaller with every mile, until the burning silhouette of Whiskey Falls was reduced to nothing more than a distant glow on the black horizon.
Far ahead, the vampires were still galloping through the trees, under the starless night sky and the shelter of the forest. Branches whipped against their coats while the horses ran across the uneven ground. Chasing after them, gunshots echoed. BANG. Suguru refused to let them disappear.
Growing irritated, Sukuna glanced over his shoulder. “Toji.”
“What?”
“Go deal with him.”
Toji let out an exaggerated groan. “Fiiiiineeee.” he pulled sharply on the reins, slowing his horse before disappearing between the trees.
Naobito shifted uncomfortably where he lay bound behind Choso. “Ryomen, what the hell is this? This wasn't part of our agreement.”
Choso smacked the back of his head.
“Ow!”
“Shut it.”
Naobito glared. “You promised—”
“I don't give a damn what I promised.” Sukuna's voice came out colder than before. “The plan changed.” he looked at Choso. “Tie him up properly once we reach camp and gag him. I’m not in the mood to hear his yapping.”
Choso sighed. “Alright...”
Naobito muttered something incomprehensible.
Silence descended amongst the vampires. Sukuna looked down at you. You laid sideways across his lap, completely at his mercy, the relentless rhythm of the galloping horse jostling your body with every stride. You hadn't spoken a single word since leaving Whiskey Falls.
He hesitated and slowly rested a hand against the back of your head, gently brushing your hair away from your face.
“...You're awfully quiet.”
You didn't answer. You couldn't.
Only a few months ago, you had spent every waking moment searching for your father, convinced the answers lay somewhere within Sourwater. Never—not once—had you imagined they had ridden into Whiskey Falls the very same night he disappeared. Three strangers. Three vampires. The architects behind every tragedy that had befallen the town. And somehow, despite everything, you had opened your heart to one of them. You had laughed with him, walked with him, trusted him... fallen in love with him... Now he held you captive in his arms, carrying you farther and farther away from the only home you had ever known. You mentally scoffed, ‘safe passage’ that was all you had ever been to him.
You squeezed your eyes shut. This time you made no attempt to stop the tears.
Note: Well chat, the Whiskey Falls plot is officially over, which means I can start developing Sukuna's angsty relationship with the reader now. I'm thinking this story will be around 13 chapters total, but we'll see.