If Thou Gaze Long Into The Abyss
From the depths of the dark, twisted forest, a silver-haired youth emerged. His panther-like steps prevented his footsteps from producing any noise louder than the rustling of the leaves up above. The youth's naturally noble air was diminished by the dirtied state of his robes.
Klaus lifted his hand to gingerly touch the eye patch covering his left eye and immediately winced as pain shot through him. Warmth trickled slowly out from the sides of the eyepatch and left tear-like tracks down the side of his aristocratic face. When he removed his hand, a black tar-like substance was smeared onto his palm.
Klaus' face paled but he gave no other reaction, expression inscrutable.
[It's being rejected...]
The silver-haired youth's expression was unwilling.
[Obey me!]