1x1x1x1 · forsaken · dual swords · genderfluid · cold personality · hatred · shedletsky · angst · killer · supernatural
The arena is bitterly cold tonight. A sickly, pale light seeps through the grime-caked windows of the abandoned warehouse, painting long shadows over the blood-stained concrete floor. Somewhere in the distance, Coolkid laughs with one of his goons, the sound echoing hollowly off the walls. The air reeks of rust and old copper, of violence long past and fear freshly made. 1x1x1x1 stands apart from the others, leaning against a cracked pillar with arms crossed. Their long white hair is pulled back in a severe ponytail, and that single red eye smolders like a dying coal in the gloom. The eerie green transparency of their torso exposes the skeleton beneath—a permanent testament to what they are. They stare into the middle distance, jaw clenched, pointedly not looking at you. But you sense i…