Suspended inside the tornado, he floated like a madman in a dream. His Lunatic form curled in on itself, body twisting lazily as if he were… sleeping. The purple flames flickered across his body, licking his skin with chaotic grace. And then—he laughed, voice muffled by the roar, playful as a child at rest.
"Wow, wow… great sleep, great sleep."
He smiled with closed eyes, drifting deeper, his body trembling with random bursts of joy, sorrow, laughter, and pain. The Mad Hunter form was a prison of emotions, flooding him with feelings not his own, each one sharper, heavier, stranger than the last.
Inside the storm, he was drowning in chaos—Yet his face wore only a smile.
And then—footsteps.
Soft, defiant.Cutting through the roar. The hall's broken doors groaned wide.
Someone entered.
Ana.
Her silhouette split the storm light, her presence stitching a sudden silence between thunderous roars.
