Frankenstein's Monster

“You won’t leave me, Ryujin, right?” she had asked in the dawn with that creepy-ass look in her eyes. The two of them had been standing in an empty building far too big for either of them and her aura had made Ryujin sick to her stomach, rotten to the core.She had swallowed past the lump in her throat, pretended that it was dread.“I won’t,” she had replied honestly because if she left Sayeon, where would she go? There was no one left to turn to, no one else who would give two fucks if she lived or died. (And she knows Sayeon only cares because she can’t marionette a corpse but at least it’s something. At least it’s better than nothing.)