———- 𝑺𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝑺𝖆𝖑𝖙

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 it was... The sound of claws against wood sent satisfaction rippling through the creature, deep into its core . Despite the blooming success of its taunt and the fallen knight's warnings, it continued on . After all, this was a game. A lesson . Shadow Milk would make—

“... 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 .ᐣ” It was like a switch had been flipped for a moment . It was a moment of weakness. A sore spot, nothing more... It was the truth. Shadow Milk was not as kind as its virtue had been, but were any of them, really? Walking husks of what was left—

( .... ) you.

“Tsk tsk, snappy, snappy!” The words from the shadows kept up a playful, teasing tune . Hah... The familiar, sweet taste of deceit crawled over its tongue . It wanted more... More of the Knight's defensiveness, more of uncertainty, more of his anger . It needed that . —

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you don't know 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 .ᐟ don't act like you do .