Oddity and Nocturnique are carved from different kinds of nightmares. 

But torn from the same filthy, blood-soaked cloth.

Theirs is twisted and violent, sagging around the edges. 

Ours is harsh and beautiful on the surface, but rotten underneath. 

And here I am, dragged into a collaboration that reeks of sabotage, ashes, and old blood.

I told myself I’d buried the past. I lied. The past doesn’t stay dead—it waits in the dark, stalking with green spiralled eyes, ready to creep up on you, and take its revenge.

The moment I lock my gaze on the enemy, Hollow Soul, for the first time in years—something unhinged claws its way up my spine, yanking at the darkest parts of me. My hands itch. My mouth dries. And my mind fractures just enough to let him stir.

Null.

My alter.

He’s waking up and whispering things I don’t want to hear. He doesn’t just recognize Soul. He wants him. Obsessively and violently.

He’s deceiving my fucking body, and infecting my mind.

I loathe Hollow Soul. He reminds me of everything I’ve lost.

Null craves him. Like he's breaking inside out from the hunger.

Soul despises us both. A shared body he wants to destroy.

This isn’t just a fucked-up reunion. It’s an awakening. Of ourselves. Of our insanity. Of our secrets, and everything else we thought we’d left in the dirt behind the big top.

The Shadows demand a show. 

Oddity and Nocturnique will give them one—a horrifying masterpiece of obsession, betrayal and destruction.

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Until there’s nothing left of us to take a final bow.