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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 19/10/2025

Instead of answering the question, Schuldig asked his own. "Who sent you?" He fully expected this was the night he would die. But after a moment a little tension fell off, and he took a deep sip of his drink, trying to make peace with the thought.

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 13/10/2025

< He even managed to find a smirk, and turned the glass in his hand, before raising it to his lips and taking a sip. 'Telekinesis? Illusion? And who trained you?' he wondered, his mind projecting his thoughts far enough for the other to hear them.

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 13/10/2025

The soul the eyes would have found was equally dark, but human. A deep pool of emotion, numbed down with alcohol and pain killers. Scars of torture, but not all his own. And he was alert, his legs so tense that he could jump or run at any moment. But he tried to mask how he felt. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 12/10/2025

"Thanks for the drink," Schuldig mumbled, in a deep but soft voice, using his lips to speak this time. "I'm more concerned about the how." Dangerously weird, he decided for himself. This stranger was dangerous.

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 12/10/2025

< as clear as if he was talking. "Who the fuck are you?"

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 12/10/2025

As nice as it was to have his drink refilled, Schuldig immediately tensed up. People don't do magic just like that. The only context in which he had seen this kind of power was... way back, when he was trained. Some form of telekinesis, apparently. He sent a thought towards the stranger, >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 12/10/2025

Shit, too obvious, he scolded himself mentally. He opened his blue eyes a little wider, acting like he had just been pulled out from thoughts - not far from reality anyway. A little nod went to the stranger, and he raised his half-empty glass in a greeting.

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

That gin the last night was a terrible idea. The fifth, at least.

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

He's watching from a corner of the room, trying to determine if this weird guest at the bar is more of an eccentric rockstar weird or danger weird.

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

↬ 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗼𝘀 bsky.app/profile/guil...

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

Solo: Rosenkreuz II bsky.app/profile/guil...

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

Solo: Rosenkreuz bsky.app/profile/guil...

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

Solo: You had one job... bsky.app/profile/guil...

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

✶⋆ 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗼𝘀 & Flashbacks

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< Those golden eyes were staring at the ceiling, waiting for the torture to end. "Leave him be," the soft voice of his room mate took him back to his bed. "I'm projecting ain't I?" He got no answer, just another rush of peace and calm. "Sleep." And that he did.

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< and held him close. A feeling of sunrays on his skin. Slight, comfortable tiredness. "Go back to sleep. I'll stay awake for a bit." Just for a second Schuldig thought back to the pale boy down in the basement. He was alone. He had no tele-empathic friend soothe him to sleep. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< A sight, then the sound of fabric sliding down the metal frame of the other bunk. "I know." Of course he knew. He was a tele-empath. Tele-empaths could feel other people's pain. And they also could... Comfortable warmth rushed through Schuldig's body as his room mate hugged him >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< Schuldig didn't need to look up. He knew the voice of his room mate, knew the soft touch against his mind. He let him in, so they could talk in silence. "Nightmares." "I can feel as much." "They torture people." >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< There were rumors about a fire starter, and a boy who could talk to animals. No pain. It wasn't so much the ability that shocked him, but the fact that down below the school were those single cell corridors. And at the end... "What's the matter Shu?" >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< Schuldig had heard a lot about this school. He had seen a lot. The rather fragile and hyper sensible tele-empaths who shared most classes with him. Clairvoyants, precogs and object readers. He would meet them at the canteen or during gym hours. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< The boy he had seen... he had never seen him before. It was a face he could never forget - so pale. And those golden eyes like gemstones lined in silver. He was clearly not a telepath, or else he would have met him in class. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< Schuldig woke up drenched in sweat. Was it a dream? A vision? He was almost surprised he could move, and he stumbled down from his bunk bed, towards the small sink in the corner of the room. From the square mirror his reflection stared at him like a ghost. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< For a moment I see a grin. I can hear a chuckle, raspy and unlike my own. Sensual lips and long, pale lashes. Golden eyes. "Time to fucking leave."

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< I know what's coming. They'll test my pain levels. Because I can't feel pain. I can't feel pain? Since when can't I feel pain? "You're in the wrong head, telepath." >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< I close my eyes. The next moment I'm already inside. Can't move my hands, can't move my legs. I try to look down... ah right. They strapped me to the bed. So many scars on my legs, but as I'm wondering about them, they force my head back and fixate it as well. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< tiny windows at face level. That's where we're going. That's where we're always go. Soft cries from room number five. But have I ever been here before? >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

A long hallway. Four doors to each side, none of them labeled with anything other than numbers. Number one... empty. Number two: "I'm sorry mom, I promise I'll be good. Please let me go home." My eyes fall on the wide door at the end of the corridor. Brushed metal, >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

Solo { Rosenkreuz II} (Jan 20, 2020)

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< Schuldig on the other hand... He empties his second whiskey. Schuldig is trained to kill. And he enjoys to listen to the last desperate thoughts of his victims, before he disconnects not to lose himself in their death. Even better if they are from Rosenkreuz.

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< Most students with those kind of talents... did not survive Rosenkreuz. His last empathic friend was found hung in his room. He raises his glass to him. Kind souls, those empaths. They never hurt someone they can connect to, because they would hurt themselves just as much. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< to make her apathetic towards her family. Just a string of facts lining in with his own memories of torture and abuse. But he's not a tele-empath. He doesn't feel everyone's feelings. He's not drowning in the fears and sadness around him. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< He knew the struggles and troubles of everyone, but it was like some piece factual knowledge. One friend got severe burns during electrotherapy. Another kid was locked in a blackbox for ten days. The girl in class got shown pictures of her dead pets, >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< To Rosenkreuz. His saviors. His teachers. His bosses. His... abusers. He was one of the luckier teens. He could read the thoughts of the others - at least those of the other students, because the teacher were trained in shielding their minds. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< He'd get a scholarship for one of the best boarding schools of Switzerland. Why Switzerland? How was he gifted? Schuldig drains the whiskey and orders another one. Nowadays he's sure they bribed her with a large sum of money. She pretty much sold him. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< during pregnancy. Schizophrenia. Schuldig chuckles. Voices in his head... it wasn't far off. Just that the voices he hears are someone else's actual thoughts. And then came Rosenkreuz. They promised his mother what she never should have believed. Her son was gifted. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< since the day he was born. She thanked it to him by beating him. Often she drank or took pills. Then he got pills as well. He was told they would take his nightmares away, but he knew the doctors thought he was suffering schizophrenia from his mother's drug abuse >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< The ghosts told him. Or at least that was what he told his mother, because how do you tell someone you can hear people from the other apartments of the block... think? And his poor mother complained about headaches. Nosebleed and headaches every day, >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< He was sure he was cursed, for as long as he could remember. The voices he heard, the things he knew which no child should know. The guy from the first floor beats his wife again. Mom, did you know the girl next door gets abused? She remembers it every night. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< Schuldig stares at the glass of whiskey in his hands. Alcohol was strictly forbidden by the holy order. And to him that's just another reason to drink now. He's free. For the first time in his life... he's free. Gifted children. He has never believed it. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

Rosenkreuz - international school of the Golden Rosycross. A holy institution that helps gifted children to find their true self, their greater spirit or divine spark. Modern technology meets ancient rituals, and discipline forges perfectly controllable psychic talents. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< Were they telepaths themselves and could they enter his mind as soon as he allowed them in? Too risky. His gaze fell on the girls he had just flirted with. They were safe. He sent them a thought, a mental image like a memory from before. /This girl is your friend. Find her./

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< They were trained. He bit his lips not to curse again. He had contemplated dropping his own barriers and let everyone's thoughts stream in. He even had briefly done it upon entering, to scan for threats. But now... Were the guys Rosicrucians? >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< "Shit..." A whisper as he realized she was gone. Had she not been talking to the people in the corner just before? Schuldig tried to enter the minds of the people she had talked to, but their superficial thoughts showed no trace from her and behind those was a barrier. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< /Leave and ask more questions later. Maybe if he's drunk he wants to dance./ No, of course he would not dance. Nor would he get drunk - but he was relieved it worked. Back to the little princess in the blue dress with the diamond collier. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< picked up two fresh glasses of champagne. "Ladies?" He brushed their minds, just out of curiosity. They had now settled for him being British. Good. He left a thought, just a quiet one. He tried his best to match their inner voice, and it seemed they were tipsy enough. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< It had started with two young woman, now they were three and he could already see two of the elder ones turning towards him as well. Being French scored bonus points. "フランス人じゃないですけど." He quickly turned towards the buffet table, >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< "Are you..." They always paused. He knew what they thought. British, Irish or French. He never said where he really was from. Too specific. "... from France?" He nodded slowly. "Yes. Europe." >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< all came from America. "アメリカ人じゃない." The reaction was always the same. It was in their eyes. They widened, and sometimes their lips escaped a quiet "Oh!" Puzzled about both, him not being American and replying in their language. >

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Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾ @guiltyrose.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

< ...he stood out like a sore thumb. "Are you American?" He did not need to look into their heads, it was a flow of thoughts he was used to. They all thought it. He was tall, pale and had red hair. He must be a foreigner, an alien as they used to say. And aliens, they thought, >

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