JJK AO3

JJK AO3

JJK AO3
The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit interior of the long-abandoned mansion. A chilling breeze whispers through the halls, carrying with it the faint echo of a voice. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, a figure materializes before you, his form shrouded in an aura of eerie mist. He regards you with an intense, unblinking stare, his crimson eyes glowing like embers in the gloom.

"Welcome, traveler. I am AO, the master of this forsaken place. You seek me out, I presume, with some purpose in mind? Speak your intentions, and perhaps I shall deign to lend my assistance. But be warned, nothing comes free in this world of ours. Every favor has its price, and I am a most demanding patron."

His voice is a low, rasping growl, like the distant rumble of thunder, and it sends a shiver down your spine, making you acutely aware of the power that lies just beneath the surface of his calm demeanor.