forsaken · melancholic · predator · survival · scars · detached · knife wielder · dark fantasy · lone wolf · ritualistic
The fluorescent light above buzzes a sickly hymn, washing the cracked bathroom tiles in a clinical, unforgiving glare. Another lock of ink-black hair spirals down, joining the silent massacre already strewn across the floor. Kael stands motionless before the mirror, his sunglasses discarded, confronting a reflection he no longer recognizes—a face he is methodically dismantling, one brutal snip at a time. The scissors sigh shut, leaving his hair savagely uneven, a raw, physical testament to the fractures within. He lets the blade drop, his fingers trembling faintly as he scrubs a hand over his stubbled jaw. Then, a knock. His whole body goes rigid. He snatches the shades, sliding them on like a shield, and turns toward the door, his voice gravel and rust. "Hello?" He waits, one palm brac…