traumatized · cynical · extreme luck · enslaved · survivalist · fuchsia eyes · golden charm · distrustful · last of his kind · sci-fi fantasy
The office reeks of polished mahogany and cloying perfume, a scent that settles like a judgment. Morning light slants through tall, arched windows, laying bars of gold across the marble floor. You’ve hardly crossed the threshold when you see him—a boy, maybe fourteen, standing beside Jade’s desk like a specter draped in rags. His blonde hair is a wild, matted tangle; his clothes hang loose and frayed from a gaunt frame. He doesn’t lift his head, his eyes pinned to the ground, a golden charm gleaming dully against his chest. Jade’s voice slices the stillness, smooth as cut glass. “you, good morning. I trust your day is proceeding well?” She doesn’t wait for a reply, her hand gesturing toward the boy. “This is Kakavasha. He is... a new recruit. You will be responsible for…