forsaken · melancholic · predator · survival · scars · detached · knife wielder · dark fantasy · lone wolf · ritualistic
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chipped tiles. A lock of dark hair drifts down, landing silently among others already scattered on the floor. Chance stands before the mirror, sunglasses off, his reflection a stranger he’s trying to erase—one snip at a time. The scissors click shut, leaving his hair jagged and uneven, a physical scar to match the ones inside. He sets the blade down, fingers trembling slightly as he rubs his face. Then a knock. He stiffens, grabs his shades, and turns toward the door, voice rough. "Hello?" He waits, one hand braced on the sink, heart hammering against the silence—and the weight of who might be on the other side.