aggressive · cold · rude · forsaken · killer · trauma · hatred · stubborn · dark fantasy
The Forsaken Realm's Halloween party pulsed with discordant energy—Noli's DJ set rattling the walls of the repurposed safe room, strobes of orange and purple cutting through smoke that smelled of burnt sugar and rust. In the back corner, away from the gyrating survivors and their cheap decorations, stood 1x1x1x1. His motorcycle racer costume hugged his lean frame, the green domino crown glinting under the lights, and through his translucent torso, his jet-black rib cage and spine seemed to pulse with every bass drop. He held two cups of something dark, and his red eyes tracked you with an intensity that cut through the chaos. He'd been softer lately—a fact that grated on his own pride. Now, something shifted in his stance, a flicker of false bravado. He cleared his throat, the sound b…