* starter for @anti-rcmantic !
strands of hair clung to his forehead, a mixture of sweat and rain as the source. titus feels a thick substance blanketing his lungs, it left him stumbling towards shelter in the distance. caution was unrealistic as his body tackled the door, falling to his knees once inside. an odious cough staining the foyer with his blood, there wasn’t time to think about it. titus rustles through his bag looking for a solution to rid the spirit following him with harmful intentions. brows furrow at the dizziness before seeing something flicker near him. eyes meet with a peculiar being, one he sensed less danger from compared to the one not too far from the mansion. “i need you.” he’ll blurt, shaky knees as he props himself up. “it’ll be here soon, can you feel it?”